Best Turkey Recipe Ever.
My dad sent me his recipe for Thanksgiving turkey. If it sounds kinda stran

I Believe I Can Fly.
This was Bella tonight, after we got back from our walk, slurping down water from her bottle. She is a totally different dog than the one I brought home a few days ago. Each day, I come home with a little more skin left on my hand, as she learns to walk on the leash next to me, and not try to rip my arm from my socket. I changed our walking route slightly tonight, and when we didn’t

Flashbacks.
Today was the first day of Thanksgiving holiday for the kids. Luckily for me, they have the entire week off. According to Chase, for the first time in like 25 years, instead of going to school Monday and Tuesday, and then missing the rest of the week, our school district was kind enough to give the kids all five days. The flashback I am having is not the good kind, from college days, or one martini too many

Lay Your Hands On Me. Please.
I went for a mammogram last week, you know, the whole turning 40 thing. I actually had one when I was 35 so the process was not new to me. I remember a few years ago, watching Oprah bemoan the mammogram process, and I thought she was silly. She kept referring to it as giving her ‘pancake boobs.’ Either I don’t have enough boob material, or she needs a new boob-og

The Morning After.
Well, Bella made it through her first 24 hours after rescuing us. So far, so good. In many ways, she is the puppy version of a exactly what she was: a foster child. She is nervous, wild, unsure, hyper, playful, fearful, curious, and testing us every chance she gets. She loves her big crate, absolutely hated-and I mean we’re talking 4 paws spread out, you-ain’t-gettin’-