On a cold winter day years ago, I came around the corner into my kitchen and looked out the window. Two of my wonderful... Read More
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… on freakin’ should people, and the rule book
At 5:30 a.m. yesterday morning I left Lexington, Kentucky traveling northeast at an average speed of 74 miles per hour. If I only stopped... Read More
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… on a big move, to a big country, where nothing is a big deal
In 1995, my dear husband and I found ourselves sprinting through LAX. And by ‘sprinting’, I mean moving as fast as humanly possible with... Read More
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… on road trips, soft porn, and a bridge from nowhere
Today I head out on a road trip with my son. Our journey is a 1,527 miles from chic and trendy Dunstable, Massachusetts to... Read More
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… on an old dog (and the things he’s done for love)
We have had many dogs, my nearly perfect husband and I, and hopefully will have the room and the time and the ability to... Read More
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…on my first dog and the virgin mary in a bathtub
Growing up, my favorite author was Albert Payson Terhune. Sure, it was a mouthful, and none of the other kids at Shawsheen Elementary School... Read More
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… on the acquisition of live poultry and being a dog
I want a freakin’ chicken. No, I’m not kidding. I want a chicken. I want several. A gaggle or a flock or a peck... Read More
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… on big boy pig piles
Little boys tend to fall into one of two categories. They are dinosaur kids, or truck kids. I’m not saying that the same kid... Read More
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… on sociopaths and psychopaths (there is a difference)
Once upon a time in or about the year 2000, my dear husband and I had a conversation over a cup of coffee on... Read More
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… on oddballs and tennis balls
See that guy up there? Oddball. It isn’t his name. It’s just him. I don’t even know his name. But I’ve seen him nearly... Read More
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… on rocky balboa (at 11 months)
This is the raw photo of the champ. Eventually it will make its way, in black and white, onto a full-blown movie poster. There... Read More
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… on a name for a dog
Once upon a day in-or-about the year 1999, I found myself pulling off an exit on Route 95 and into the parking lot of... Read More