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Looking Back

Posted at 9:30 pm

You can learn a lot from a horse. Well, OK — maybe not a lot. I mean, I’m not suggesting anything Mr. Ed-ish here. No therapeutic thoroughbreds. No psychics in saddles. A horse is a horse. Of course? Of course. Still, there are things we can learn from horses. For example, I heard about a […]

Posted at 9:25 pm

It figured to be a tough night for Cassie. The restaurant at which she works as a server was packed. The wait staff was short-handed. And there were several large groups that were demanding a lot of her time and attention. Oh, and one more thing: she was pregnant. For the sixth time. None of […]

Posted at 9:20 pm

This Father’s Day I’m going to be thinking about Greg. Not because he’s the world’s best or most experienced father. As this is being written, Greg has officially been a father for a grand total of 29 hours. But in that long day-plus-five-hours of fatherhood he has experience: the wondrous thrill of childbirth; the overwhelming […]

Posted at 9:14 pm

It was the worst day of my life. Granted, I was only 15 years old and my life had been pretty easy, especially if you don’t count the time Mom and Dad left my sisters and I out in the Impala while they put a few coins in the slot machine in Vegas, and I […]

Posted at 9:08 pm

I was only semi-aware of the soft-but-incessant knocking on my front door. That’s because it was 5:45 a.m. I’m only semi-aware of being alive at that hour. But then my cell phone rang, and I immediately became startlingly and completely aware of . . . well . . . everything – partly because I had […]