ricci, fear, and us…

ricci, fear, and us…

He was terrified. Petrified, actually. He shook violently in Matt’s arms for half an hour after the incident. Ricci, our five pound, eight month old Dachshund, was finishing his nightly walk when he turned the corner of our block to be met by two, huge K9 dogs...
weathering the storms…

weathering the storms…

We’ve all faced storms in life. Some are like the short bursts of warm rain, common in tropical islands like Hawaii. And others—well, they can feel like category four hurricanes when at any given moment you might get washed away. If I’ve learned...
to infinity and beyond…

to infinity and beyond…

I’ve never been a pot-smoking hippy. I’ve never dropped acid. In fact, I’ve never even smoked a cigarette. As a self-diagnosed control freak, the thought of being under a mind-altering substance gives me anxiety with an insatiable urge to breathe...
a career versus calling…

a career versus calling…

Hey, hey Boo! It’s Monday and what better way to start off the week than with the following reminders: Genie pants don’t look good on women with curves. [Learn from my mistakes] Men should never, ever belch out a bible verse. [I’m sure that’s...

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