Half Moon is asking to go pee. No big deal, right? It is to me. Halfie has intervertebral disc disease …

Morning walks with the dogs are one of my favorite times of the day. I love the quiet of the …

Why do I doubt him? After all the times he’s proven he can, why do I think he can’t? Well, …

Dottie was supposed to be a hospice dog. A 15-year old Dalmatian, she was surrendered to our local shelter by …

He’s not moving. Jordan’s Golden head has settled onto my chest and upper arm, his chin pressing into the belly …

Houses just aren’t built the way they used to be. Foundations crack and sink into the earth, walls and roofs …

A dear friend loaned me a book of poetry she’d discovered and purchased for her bright young daughter. I’m not …

Helen is draped across my lap, her head lolling over my left hip while her ribcage rests gently on my …

I know it’s May—and frankly, it could be October or July, it wouldn’t matter—but it’s always Christmas morning in our …

Rich gold and velvety black, the wingspan exemplifies its paradoxical promise. The artistry of the swirls and dashes and dots …

This piece originally appeared in the Women’s Sports Foundation newsletter in 1995. My father passed away in October 1994, just …

Harley, Helen and I have just returned from a walk in the woods. Forty-five minutes is about all Harley can …

Beautiful mornings are different here. It’s 65 degrees, overcast with a steady 10 mile per hour breeze. It’s not windy, …

A brilliant pair of orioles is working on two blocks of suet in the mesquite tree. They swing gently in …

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