With Geranium on my lap and Lydia tight against my leg, we are on the davenport as we have been many times over many years. But, the big gray and white guy is missing. I don’t know whether the cats or I miss Hemingway the most. Perhaps
No matter where I roam, Adrian will always be home, and after a stunning Saturday night in my old hometown, that love is more deeply seeded. Let’s just call it a candy-coated sweet treat, from dinner to an afterglow gathering with a
About 400 people get their mail at the post office in Grand Rapids, Ohio. I am one of those people who dutifully go to the post office and open my personal box with a key to retrieve my mail. The small post office on Wapakoneta Road is somewhat of
Three veterinarians have told me my Hemingway is terminally ill.
Traveling back roads lets one return home less stressed.