Dogs and Seasons
A decade ago, when my then-husband and I were looking for a bigger house in our area, we continually perused a neighborhood…
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Dog Person
“It’s hard to imagine Anne without Trixie,” my friend Karen said on Friday when I had to say goodbye to my beloved…
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The best goodbye is still a hard goodbye
How appropriate that the cat would die on New Year’s Day after a year like we had, disabusing me of the notion…
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Love like velcro
I wasn’t looking for another dog. We already had one, and he was damn near perfect. But when I saw Trixie’s black,…
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“She’s just not letting go.”
At first I was curious about why or how anyone even noticed a female orca in the Pacific Northwest carrying her dead…
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Skunk Tracks
Our first house was set into the side of Mount Nonotuck, a smallish mountain in Easthampton, Mass, at the western end of…
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Baby Dolls vs. Stuffed Animals
Today I read a story in a back issue of Creative Nonfiction magazine by Brenda Miller that revolved around the National Toy Hall…
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First snow, second snow
Maybe it’s because I’m a native Texan. Maybe it’s because Mother Nature always amazes me. Maybe it’s the same for most people….
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Dawn Choruses
It’s no revelation that spring brings the birds. But for those of us who grew up in Houston where seasons barely exist…
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A Corgi Named Hank
Our friend Cassie found the four-year-old tri-colored low-rider at a pound in Nashville. She sent us pictures of him with his big…
