The news has been filled with stories of sexual abuse, and it seems every day there’s a new accusation. Having written THE EDUCATION OF DIXIE DUPREE, it only seems fitting I should say something. Actually, I feel compelled to speak out about it. Here are
An update. Remember this post? It got worse before it got better. Obviously we’d been hearing “noises” for a while. After the last rant about this issue, we went right out and bought one of those Hav-A-Hart traps – only, we didn’t use it right
Dear Purina and Waggin’ Train, You don’t know me. You don’t know that you forced me to do the unthinkable. The sort of decision I prayed I would never have to make. On August 2, 2012 after monumental efforts to save her through fluid therapy,
Recently, I had something so unexpected happen, I was in a state of sheer panic for a couple of hours. Last Tuesday I was in front of my laptop doing what I do. The phone rang, and as usual, when I didn’t recognize the number,
I love watching the neighborhood kids play because they go about it like my brother and I used to, riding their bikes like the hounds of hell are on their heels, tearing up the alleys, ducking in and out of yards, or streaking down sidewalks.
Five thousand words. Ninety thousand to go, but who’s counting? It seems I’m finally settling into the beginning of this new story. Months ago, I decided on a setting and a working title. Now, with the other project waiting in the wings, this is a