i hear . . . . . . cars coming and going on their way to somewhere . . . the television blaring unaware of what is showing up on the screen . . . the cat's meow that comforts as if she senses our sorrow . . . i hear an emptiness and the…

. . .Who passed away recently and my "Baby"-dawg-loving-heart will never be the same. A dawg that was more than a dawg. She kept me company over many weekend and weekly vacation stays as her owners took much needed time away from their work. We officially called her our "resident family guard dog" when she…

I remember when I was in first or second grade. We lived on Christina in Stockton, California. An aftenoon snack of snickerdoodles, oatmeal, or peanut butter cookies would often be waiting for the three of us when we came home from school. When mom made peanut butter cookies she would always ask if we wanted…