Okay, the fascination may have been augmented by the ridiculously cute and smart fella who was doing the talking.

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When my son, Meacham, was young (and his sister, Pilar, just a baby), he found himself, inexplicably, living in the same house with a myt...

Some days, Paul and I are on each other's last nerve. It doesn't help that we are both at an age where we forget things … like entire con...

Okay, so this blog is going to be about a whole jumble of things. Why? Because life right now is a hot mess. Is it not? I wake up in the ...

As we speak, my mother is dying. She has Stage lV cancer which started in her lungs earlier this year. Despite radiation treatment, it ha...

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Warning: this post could be construed as a rant. Our neighbours' dogs bark. A lot. And loudly. It used only to be during the day and into...