When I watch the national news, I am always staggered by men or women who say, after suffering through a particular event — the details which are often unimaginable — the crisis somehow brought the
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It may be one of the signs of the apocalypse.
And friends tell me I may want to browse Nostradamus as well.
About a year ago, I was charmed to see Caroline Kennedy, promoting a collection of her mother’s favorite poems, being interviewed on television.
The heart of the racing documentary that I co-produced a year ago, JB Day, passed away last week at the age of 80.
Anna from the feed store bought a new horse.
Technically, a pony.
The mechanical sorting through my mother’s things with empty cardboard boxes and piles of newspapers scattered about her empty apartment gave me pause- the moment that strikes all of us after the d
There’s several good reasons to move to a rural area. No traffic, dark, quiet nights, soothing vistas of bucolic green – these probably top the list.
My mother began to receive hospice care a little over a week ago.
It just goes to show that there’s someone for everybody.
It’s not that I place less importance on people than animals, but while I simply cannot dredge up a memory of someone I met or even knew quite well decades ago, I can somehow remember the animal in