In the last two days, the topic of understanding one’s preferred love language randomly came up three times while talking about Mother’s Day. First, it came up with a contractor, then my physical therapist, and finally with my friend and neighbor. When things show up...
From the Series: Life on Dog Hill When I made this daring decision, I considered it a fun, playful thing to do. I never thought of it as an attention-seeking gimmick until a humorous gentleman I recently met asked me how having blue hair would not attract...
From the Series: Life on Dog Hill Ohio, according to Hubby, is a very special state. It’s home to important things like football, rock and roll, and an abundance of U.S. Presidents. Throughout our marriage, I’ve been reminded of the many Ohioan firsts. There was the...
One of my latest mental exercises is to think about which one person I would want to meet and share the day. This isn’t the first time I’ve devoted serious thought to the topic, and each time the same two people come up: the Dalai Lama and Ellen. Of all the living...
From the series: Life on Dog Hill Valentine’s day is just around the corner and I can’t help but think back twelve years to the first time I met my husband Tom face-to-face. We had become acquainted on MatchMaker.com three months earlier when we began a daily email...
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