It’s commonly known that we often don’t appreciate what we have until we don’t have it.
Last week I wrote about my son Rory’s penchant for re-enacting scenes from horror movies with the objective of scaring the bejesus out of his (adoptive) mother and younger brother.
All parents I know would agree that they would sacrifice their lives in a heartbeat to save their child.
Welcome to Auntie Inga’s Geriatric Curmudgeon Hour, pandemic version.
Our dog, Lily, is definitely an emotional-support animal, even if she doesn’t have a diploma.