The second Sunday of June marks National Abused Women and Children Day. On one hand, I'm glad we acknowledge those who've suffered in secret for at least one day. Despite licensure as a therapist and years of experience with victims, I wasn't aware this day existed. Perhaps we all could…
I glared into the back yard. The canine intruder was striking again. Our cats mewed, begging to get into the screened porch. They couldn't stand up to the jaws and bark of the neighbor’s Labrador. It was up to me to challenge this black evil that pillaged our grassy space.…
I don't venture up onto my roof often. In fact, I only brave that weak-kneed climb if no one else volunteers to help with an annual task. My core tightens as I wobble those initial steps. After I reach the center and grip onto an anchoring structure, my lungs relax for a full…