Grief is what tells you who you are alone..

I know now that we never get over great losses; we absorb them, and they carve us into different, often kinder, creatures..

My idea of a productive day, as both a child and an adult, was reading for hours and staring out the window..

Old dogs can be a regal sight. Their exuberance settles over the years into a seasoned nobility, their routines become as locked into yours as the qu….