There’s nothing that fights late winter melancholy quite like a brisk dog walk on a brilliant, crisp, blue day. A bit of fresh air and sun does wonders for my soul during these long, chilly months. Moby trots happily a leash length ahead of me, with his tongue wagging from his stout English Lab frame….
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Quit stepping on our turf
The beauty of being a columnist is that I can write whatever I damned well please. That is, as long as every column is interesting, timely, unique, well-written, accurate, properly attributed, thoroughly researched, thought provoking, honest, inoffensive, witty, intelligent, and no more than 700 words. Piece of cake, right? Frankly, writing columns isn’t easy. In…
Punked by my GPS
Last week, I hobbled over our frozen lawn toward my salt-encrusted car, balancing a to-go cup of coffee and two bags slung over each shoulder. It’s a hassle running errands during the doldrums of winter. Opening the gritty driver’s door, I set my coffee in the center console’s cup holder, then decided to hurl my…
Girls Will Be Girls: The Hidden Dangers of Social Aggression
Lilly was our easy child. As a baby, she sat contentedly on my hip while I did home therapy with her developmentally delayed older brother, or while I argued with her stronger-willed big sister. In school, Lilly made friends easily at every duty station. Her teachers would move Lilly’s desk away from her pals to…
What I believe about Hell and hand baskets