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A new leash on life

A new leash on life

I have a soft spot in my heart for old dogs. We’ve lived here long enough that the young pups who used to jump and pull hard on their leashes when we walked by with our dogs have now mellowed into gray-faced dignitaries who sit quietly while their humans talk for a...
Pipe dreams

Pipe dreams

I was sure I smelled a gas leak one recent Sunday morning as I was walking down our driveway, but after checking out the obvious culprits, the smell was gone. I convinced Mike to come outside and sniff around with me, just in case. We wandered around the yard, noses...
You can’t hug a sticky note

You can’t hug a sticky note

Each January, when I resolve to be more organized, I look at my desk and think about how nice it would feel to see papers sorted and filed, a clean pad of paper on top of the desk, and my computer monitors freed from all the sticky notes encouraging me to do something...
Be mine, Valentine 

Be mine, Valentine 

I still remember the agony of a certain fourth-grade assignment years ago. Scraps of pink, red and white paper littered the floor as our classroom full of 10-year-olds cut out hearts with blunt-end scissors. We tried to make lacy doilies by folding our hearts and...

A leap of faith

One of the best parts of my job is talking to people and hearing snippets of their life stories. A few weeks ago, I was talking with a Navy veteran who served during the Vietnam era. Part of his job was packing parachutes. “How do you fold up the fabric and stuff it...