From the series: Life on Dog Hill My twelve-year-old son Ryan lost his last baby tooth a couple of days ago. I was out at the time and didn’t get home until after he was in bed, but he remembered to tell me the next morning. He had the tooth in a sandwich bag,...
From the series: Life on Dog Hill I woke from a dream this morning that I rescued a piglet from drowning in a clear puddle of water. As I scooped it up, I immediately put its little pink body next to mine and hoped, with all my might, it was still breathing. When I...
From the series: Life on Dog Hill I recently returned home after four days and more than 1,300 miles on a soccer road trip with two of my sons. It was just after 4:00 a.m. when we pulled into the drive. I’d insisted on driving overnight because I had to get the kids...
From the series: Life on Dog Hill There is a tune I love; one that prompts me to reflect lovingly on my past, gratefully on my present and inspirationally on my future. It’s a tune that, once in my head, echoes on for hours. It’s a tune that in 1975 made Stephanie...
Several years before I published my first book, I made my debut as a musician in a band. Specifically, a family band along the lines of the Partridge family. We were good. Actually, we were great! Our nine member band consisted of a variety of musical talent: me on...
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