On a mid-spring day that feels like summer, I walk through the bush with Nora and Quinn, scanning the sandy track ahead for snakes among the fallen tree branches. The other day,
Extraordinary things happen to me. Things that don’t happen to everyone else. They happen to our dog, Nora, too. In her case, extraordinary might seem miraculous. On Monday, as my husband scooped
Peering out of the living room window, Quinn spots the postman approaching our house. She barks deep and loud. I abandon my iPad, tossing it on the sofa, push my noisy dog
“If art doesn’t make us better,” Alice Walker said, “what on earth is it for?” I found these words in Claire Cook’s book, Life Glows On. My sister, Barbie, gave me this