It’s Hard to be a Puppy in a Grown Dog’s World

Apr
13

Sometimes, they pretend they don’t know her.

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Posted by Suzanne McMinn on April 13, 2008

"It was a cold wintry day when I brought my children to live in rural West Virginia. The farmhouse was one hundred years old, there was already snow on the ground, and the heat was sparse-—as was the insulation. The floors weren’t even, either. My then-twelve-year-old son walked in the door and said, “You’ve brought us to this slanted little house to die." Keep reading

November 2008
Rain descends like curtains closing a show: there's snow up north, but the south gets a hosing! Sunbeams on football teams; losers, winners shovel out, then shovel in turkey dinners!"

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