Today is my dog’s birthday. She would’ve been 175 in dog years. It’s been over two years since she went to the great big field of endless squirrels and bunnies to chase in the sky. I still think about her all of the time and miss her immensely.

From the time I was born, we had dogs. Huge dogs. An Old English Sheepdog (Wimbledon, “Wimby” ( Read more... )

This morning, strange crashing noises kept waking me up. I looked out my bedroom window to see huge chunks of ice falling from the roof, smashing to pieces below. They were sliding down, landing on the deck and the driveway ( Read more... )

Optimism is a powerful thing. It’s such a driving force in my life and I’m so thankful to have wonderful parents who instilled it so deeply in me ( Read more... )