If I can't be a dragon-whisperer, can I at least befriend a talking dog?
My mailbox is overflowing. Not with cards and gifts from friends. Not even with holiday shopping flyers. The majority of my mail this time of year is in the form of appeals. Charity organizations send me plea after plea for money, food, or clothing to help those less fortunate. My husband and I do make... Continue Reading →
As we were driving to Portland for Thanksgiving, Kurt and I stopped at a restaurant in western Wyoming for dinner. Restaurant is rather a grand name for the place. It reeked of small town: an old building with decaying decor and places where repairs were left half-finished. It had a bar, an electronic dart board,... Continue Reading →
