Today is the anniversary of my Dad’s death. I was 5, so sadly I don’t remember much about him as a person. I have a few mental “snapshots” of him. A memory of him buffing his shoes before he left for work. The time I sat on his lap and played with the chest hair…
How do I even attempt to put into words what John has meant to me. Since we were small he’s been right there when I needed him. As we got older and my mother’s alcoholism spiraled out of control, he and I were hard at work every night, in the mistaken belief that if we…
Today, December 5, marks my twins’ 54th birthday, and today also marks the 55th anniversary of the death of their older brother Charlie. Baby Charlie lived only five days before dying of birth trauma, and a year later, on that same day of the month, our son and daughter were born. Good times, right? Tomorrow, December 6,…
When Molly was about five, somebody threw a little dirty ratty puppy over the fence at the stable where I boarded my horse. Not unusual — people dump unwanted dogs all the time. This puppy was a sweetie, but one of her front legs was injured and she had raging diarrhea. I helped get her…
Somebody asked me for a little background on Molly. I actually got her by accident when I went to a pet store to “look at books about dogs.” Right. The store had a couple of mixed-breed puppies that someone had brought in to sell. One was a small yapping poodle puppy, and the other was…