“The hamster must go!” I would declare the next morning. But Morgan, and my own two boys, promised to prevent another escape…Harry stayed another day and another night – which, by the way, for hamsters, is reversed.
I’ve chosen this lucky day to post my first ever paid-to-be-published piece here, blasting it into cyberspace amidst the dust of comets and stars and words that live forever.
Ten years ago we almost missed a flight because, halfway to the airport, Riles cried out that we’d forgotten his blankie.
The very best gift came in the living room of my parents’ Oklahoma home in 2006 where my siblings and our children had convened from across the country.
She was innocent until proven funny. But I’m glad my daughter spoke up, because had Grace remained silent that day, we would have been robbed of this precious misunderstanding.
Feeling a little frazzled? Here’s a recipe for you: Set aside spatula, frying pan, large container of vanilla yogurt and one small dog.