My daughter sent me a text message, shortly before the church service was to start. It was a picture of her dining room, showing all the furniture cleared back, and the message: “If I’m not at church this morning, here’s why. Dog for sale (almost).” Back in December, we had all “oohed and ahhed” over …
I inherited some of my grandmother’s valentine cards. I’m guessing they date back to the early 1900s, when she was a girl. The paperwork is intricately designed, and the red and white colors have somehow managed to keep their brilliance. But they are relics. No one wrote on them. I suppose that’s good, if you …
Ahh, the early morning hour: I awake to it, greeting it with a happy salute. It’s the perfect time to be alone, my favorite part of the day. At 4 a.m., no one is texting me, no one is calling. Even my two Schnauzers prefer to be left alone, curled up in a furry ball. …