Baylor Boy

The biting wind swirled the dead leaves around the mound of dirt where I was digging the grave for our dog, Baylor. “Good ol’ Baylor Boy,” I mumbled as I shoveled.  It had been over a month since he died. During his illness, our veterinarian, Dr. Irene Ballard, told us, “We’ll keep him for a …

A Place To Start

“It feels like a dark cloud is hovering over me,” a friend commented. She recognized she was suffering from depression and wisely sought help.  A few days later, someone else said, “I’ve been struggling, stuck in a dark place.” She, too, found a therapist. Another friend said with a milder form of depression commented, “This …