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 In celebration of my youngest son’s eleventh birthday, I let him sleep late while I contemplated what to make for breakfast. On school mornings, the normal menu is oatmeal, cereal or a bagel with creme cheese. But today’s too special...
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...
From the series: Life on Dog Hill My twins are high school seniors on the varsity soccer team. As always, I take my role as sideline cheerleader very seriously. Even more seriously than ever before. In fact, I may have become the woman I ridiculed in last year’s post....
From the series: Life on Dog Hill I’m not sure what possessed me to think that getting the kids back in school would give me more time for writing. After this first week, I can only hope that the following weeks won’t be so hectic. Highlights of the week were the...
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