Musings

Maybe my neighbors didn’t notice, but I took a walk on the trashy side last week and need to confess my mistake.

On this very special day, take a moment to remember those who made the ultimate sacrifice. Have a grateful Memorial Day.

A poor bunny made a bad decision, so I wanted to pay my respects with a requiem for a rabbit. My dogs plotted their own event.

My very first job taught me so much about business and about life. It was truly the education of a paperboy in a job largely forgotten.

In the classic tale, the big bad wolf huffs and puffs and blows two of the three little pigs’ houses down. I wondered, “What if…?”

When I gathered the dogs in my study, I realized how similar it was to all the meetings I attended in my corporate world days.

As we wrap up the editorial work on my next novel, Sour Notes, it’s time I sit down at my desk and answer the question, “What’s next?”

Boudleaux Bryant’s rock ballad performed by Nazareth declares Love Hurts. I witnessed a young man experience the pain just last week.

There are rules and there are rewards, but when a canine negotiator engages, revisions to the agreement will follow.

I struggled for an entertaining topic this week until dark thoughts entered my mind. A tree took out the power lines to our neighborhood.

How do you dress for a day in the Western North Carolina Mountains? Just answer what weather when? Good luck with that.

One of my dogs had an accident which resulted in a canine kitchen flood. No, no, not the way you just imagined. He’s more creative than that.