In the fall, through the magic of associative thought, a whiff of fallen leaves evokes echoes of marching bands and whistles blown. We feel the cold aluminum bleacher seats and the prickle of wool scarves around our necks. Like Pavlov’s dog, our mouths water as we bring to mind hot coffee at 8 am soccer…
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Fighting to Keep the Flame Alive
Walking home with friends last night from the base movie theater, we passed a flagpole on the parade grounds of Patch Barracks. At the base of the humongous pole was a tiny plastic pot with one white chrysanthemum sprouting from its soil. “There’s our flower!” bellowed our friends’ four-year-old daughter, Megan. Puzzled at first, we…
The Doodies of Dog Ownership
I own a dog. A big dog. With this privilege comes innumerable benefits. Warm companionship, unconditional love, hilarious entertainment, just to name a few. When the idea of dog ownership came up five years ago, my husband jumped on the opportunity to give me something cute and cuddly to nurture that would not need a…
The Stalkers Among Us
Beware: A menace currently prowls in our otherwise idyllic neighborhoods, threatening to infiltrate our lives and disrupt the social structure in our communities. Once these prowlers take up residence in our localities, we cannot avoid them. They emerge like swarming termites in search of fresh pulp to sink their pincers into. These vermin are relentless….
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