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Our house is a very fine house. When we moved into our split, it was a compromise of sorts. The house - around 50 years old - was not new, yet not really old. Instead, it was... — Updated 3/15/2023

I'm sitting at my laptop wondering how Pam does it. How does she compose a column, every single week, and one that's a lot longer than the 450 words I need to write. I don't mean... — Updated 1/18/2023

I was scrubbing potatoes one evening when I asked my husband if he thinks dogs can get their feelings hurt. "Are you talking about Sasha?" "No," I reply, "just generally." "Sure,... — Updated 11/22/2022

Several weeks ago, a friend was lamenting summer’s end as we drank margaritas on her deck. We chatted and watched the western sky glow. “Summer’s the best. Every year it’s... — Updated 9/28/2022

I'm walking my dog by The Lane Elementary. As we approach, she eyes the bulky bulldogs guarding the front and goes down on her front paws, ready to play. But the dogs are made of... — Updated 5/11/2022

I saw five robins in my front yard this morning. It’s almost time for baseball and the backstop at the Hinsdale Little League field in Peirce Park is being redone. Gabby AND Rache... — Updated 3/23/2022

A college friend of mine is going to be a first-time grandparent soon and wants to suggest baby names. Names. Funny thing about names ... I have a group of friends, and,... — Updated 1/26/2022

I think we surprised ourselves when we got another dog right away. Cody had been gone only one week when I started looking at Siberian husky rescue sites. "Only for fun," I... — Updated 12/1/2021

The room where my husband Mark and I wait with our dog Cody is sterile and smells like antiseptic. It never bothered me before, but now the bare beige walls and steel table seem... — Updated 10/6/2021