Just because you usually do the dishes doesn’t mean it’s your job
I hear the sound of Freya panting and her toenails click-clicking toward my side of the bed. The clock reads …
I hear the sound of Freya panting and her toenails click-clicking toward my side of the bed. The clock reads …
I heard a bark outside the basement door—Heathcliff returning from his evening stroll. As our dog hobbled across the man …
Between rain showers, I’m in the meadow, pulling weeds. Usually my quota is one large scrub-bucket then quit for the …
What’s on today’s menu? Barbecued ham, whipped potatoes, and veggies—a picnic on the dining deck later this afternoon. I remember …