Every daughter realizes at some point in her life that, “Dear God, I’ve become my mother.” Sometimes it’s said with ...

I scared a dog today. I didn’t mean to, of course, but it happened. I didn’t understand what was making ...

I’m sitting on the couch with Harley curled up at my side, snoozing away. The Keith Jarrett Trio’s cover of ...

A few months ago my dear friends gave me the best gift possible: my own set of keys to their ...

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When I was a kid, I played in the dirt—a lot. Like many kids, I enjoyed drawing figures in the ...

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Admit it. You talk to your dog. And he talks back. Harley and I have full conversations about important things ...

I like things that are worn, soft and comfortable. Of my sizable t-shirt collection, my favorites are those that have ...

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I went to visit Gothic Eleanor of Aquitaine today. Ellie is an eight-year old English Mastiff with a significant underbite ...

One of the great joys of my job is that I get to spend my days with a rotating cast ...

I hate mornings. And, no, hate is not too strong a word. I fight the same battle every day. The ...