Lucy still had that puppy smell. Even at ten years old and even as she lay in the dimly lit room at the vetinary hospital. The room with the Kleenex box you hope to never visit. Continue reading “Horsetooth Falls Trail: Remembering Lucy”
My grandma’s house in St. Louis had the best double hill. At family gatherings my brother, cousins and I scavenged the basement for cardboard and took turns sliding down. Maybe we did it in the snow? But all my memories are of summer.* Continue reading “Around Town: In Search of the Perfect Starter Hill”
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