Spin, clap! Roll hands low, roll hands high! Spin, clap! Roll hands low, roll hands high! We pass Garden Street and the Adults Center, and swerve a few steaming piles of dung from the bleating protests of four goats being reluctantly tugged by the local 4-H club. Volunteer firefighters, ...

Ten years ago, we rescued Ida, a sweet black lab with the highly unhelpful backstory of being somewhere between 2 and 10 years old, and the heads up that she wasn’t a fan of dogs charging at her (which could apply to most dogs). Ida was our first rescue, and ignoring everyone’s advice, ...

My husband says I am an excellent travel companion—provided I can make it past the end of our driveway. Now, it’s important to note two things: A) Kris is extraordinarily generous with his compliments, and B) our driveway is 600 feet of “Just One More Thing.” As in, “Just one more ...

Excuses, excuses - It’s December 18 and I am woefully unprepared for the holidays, which is a bold departure from the normal checklists, menus and gifts blocking my closet. The holidays are a time to drink deep from the well of consumerism, to wake and worry early, to plan and prep late ...

If you can easily sign your name consider yourself lucky. Script writing is a thing of the past. My education in cursive writing began in first grade with Mrs. Christine Bell who wore a bell-shaped pin on her shoulder, and was therefore trustworthy. - Cat, rat, bat - During writing ...

Stewarts closed in 10 minutes and Carrie Decker and I were hauling hiney down Park Ave. Visions of raspberry sorbet danced in my head as I shifted the gears on my sister’s bike, hit a pothole and — bam! — launched. Tail-over-teakettle I skidded in a heap of raw skin and ...