It's just the most amazing thing to love a dog, isn't it? It makes our relationships with people seem as boring as a bowl of oatmeal. John Grogan, Marley and Me: Life and Love With the World's Worst Dog I’m taking Maya for a walk before bed. We’re walking up and down unfamiliar streets, then over,
Over the course of the millennia, all these multitudes of ancestors, generation upon generation, have come down to this moment in time—to give birth to you. There has never been, nor will ever be, another like you. You have been given a tremendous responsibility. You carry the hopes and dreams of all those who have
This—the landscape of home—would lure me back with its winds and desperate clouds and endless expanse . . . Linda Joy Myers, Song of the Plains, A Memoir of Family, Secrets, and Silence The map on the navigation system in the car is void of anything. There are no lines indicating roads or railway tracks;
I'm doing some research on what life was like during the 1930s for a new book I'm contemplating starting and I've discovered that books like those shown here are an excellent source of information. I have three such books--two that include stories about my adoptive family and a third that came from my birth family.