When was the last time that you said to someone close to you “Thank You”? Just a simple thank you for some small thing they did. My guess is not only didn’t you say it but you also probably haven’t heard it for a little while. Even though I’m not
I was prompted to write this post by a story coming out of Calgary. It’s not a new story. It will be repeated. It is sad. A young woman was involved in a long term abusive relationship. Her former fiancé allegedly killed her and then tried to kill himself. This
Author’s note: David may still be with us and if so I hope he appreciates the story. As you will read, he had a great impact on me. It’s interesting how some thoughts stay with us and just pop into our mind for no apparent reason. Recently, I recalled a
Author’s note: This is the third and final chapter of Addy’s Hill. If this is your first time here, please start with Chapter One farther down this page. Kathleen walked across the bridge that spanned the small stream in this place that she had worked so hard to build. There
They stood on the deck and watched her slowly climb the hill. They’d watched her do it countless times before but this time something was different. A few minutes earlier, they’d invited her and her kennel mate Jazz into the house. She was usually more than anxious to get inside.
She slowly made her way up the hill. Today seemed to be particularly challenging. Her old bones were sore and her muscles weren’t what they used to be. She couldn’t remember how many times she’d made the climb. She’d climbed it at least in the hundreds and perhaps the thousands