This Side of the Dirt

I was born into a family of routine one-liners. Mom’s call from the kitchen of “Are you hungry,” would be met with a chorus of “I could eat.” Anyone who asked any other question involving an affirmative response was likely to hear “You bet your sweet bippy!” It didn’t matter that none of us hadContinue reading “This Side of the Dirt”

In Remembrance of Our Boy Cooper

This morning our fur buddy Cooper passed away. He was born under our front porch to a neighborhood feral. We found homes for his siblings, but the girls wanted him so badly that despite my allergies, John and I granted their wish. They named him Alice, because that early on we weren’t aware that theContinue reading “In Remembrance of Our Boy Cooper”