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Five wishes

He was supposed to be a puppy. At least that’s what I’d been looking for when I drove into the Humane Society parking lot. We’d been without a dog since our Canada move two years earlier and somehow the cats were winning 3-0 at home. That’s what happens when a dog gal...
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...
A stitch in time

A stitch in time

I walk into the main room of the Marley House, our in-patient hospice facility, to find the clinical supervisor and volunteer coordinator sitting at a table, bent over a patchwork quilt, sewing brown satin edging around it by hand. I had seen the email earlier in the...