Me to author-friend Connie Brockway, “Movers come on Tuesday for the furniture going to California. The Husband flies down on Wednesday while I get my hair done. Thursday I fly in the afternoon and we get the third bed delivered. :cue the suspense music: Will it be the right one at last?” And…here’s a photo… Read More

Rae ran into the kitchen yelling, “Grandma! We got a dog!” Verona turned away from the accounts spread across the table. “Well, let me see it… My God, what’s that?” She pulled off her reading glasses and stared as the fifty pounds of red muscled beast bounded in, tail wagging, and explored her kitchen. Rae… Read More