Anyone who has ever lost a dog knows what I’m talking about. Suddenly, your world just isn’t the same. The warm, familiar “all is right with the world” feeling evaporates into a hollow, misty confusion of loss … where is my dog? Is my dog OK? Why did my dog leave me?...

Like many of us these days, I sometimes question the news. I scan the newspaper headlines, catch up on the 6 o’clock TV report and gaze like a bleary-eyed zombie at news on the computer screen at my desk. Some of it is still interesting to me. The rest, I must admit,...

The world, as they say, is turning … turning … turning … Are you turning with it? She loved this time of year … tree frogs and crickets singing the end of growing time; early mornings, misty and cool. "Come on, fella," she smiled to the dog at her side, as they walked...