My first dog was named Slipper. My dad had hunting dogs. Hounds, mostly, and utilitarian in his eyes. Slipper was a silver slip of a poodle, special, and all my own. I loved her with my whole heart. However, I was a […]
I type “5 stages,” and Google follows with, “…of love, of change, of dying.” Yes. Google feels me. The five stages of grief, as described by the Grandmother of the hospice movement and author of On Death and Dying, Elisabeth Kübler-Ross, are: […]
Last weekend called for cake. I’ll admit I struggle with baking. Sure, I can bake cookies or cornbread, but cake is an altogether different beast. An ass-kicking, confidence-busting, tasty beast. I’m careful to follow directions when I bake, using precise measurements and temperatures. […]