A Slice of Life — I used to love going to the supermarket, stroll down the aisles, take my time, and just relax as I filled my cart with enough food to last about a week — and for a good price too. But then it was masks, plexiglass screens, hand sanitizer, grumpy people, and…

A critical trait separates elite personal protection dogs from the rest of the breed — What sets dogs apart from each other — even elite, pure bloodline German Shepherds? The German Shepherds who Michael Kempkes trained were used to protect fighter jets and high-ranking German officials. He has titled hundreds of elite German Shepherds and knows a vital difference between the dogs. The breed shares…

Twenty Years Later It’s hard to believe that so much time has already passed, but today is the 20th anniversary of my Mum’s death, and it’s weighing heavy on my thoughts. After a death, the world keeps turning and we continue with our lives, but the loving, missing, never stops…

Days Gone By — I went there the other day The country road is paved There’s even a traffic light near the corner store I pulled in our drive Ruts rattled my car I thought of the times we had Most good Can’t remember any bad I stood in the yard The apple tree…

Conspiracy Theory or Just Food for Thought? — Okay. This is a little bit out there. Food for thought? A conspiracy theory? I don’t know. Maybe I just need to finish constructing my tin foil hat. Bear with me and see if you can follow my train of thought. And if you think that train has a good…

Yes, I really did see an Unidentified Flying Object — Every afternoon between 4 and 5 P.M. my dog, Silver, and I sit in the shade in the front yard of our apartment building. We breathe fresh air, relax, and de-stress from the day’s activities. Silver lays in the grass and I sit on a little retaining wall. In between…

Old Habits Die Hard — Out of habit and without thinking twice about it, I picked up the phone to call my Mum today. I stopped mid-dial with a reflective pause, then hung up. She passed away almost twenty years ago. My Mum was always my go-to person. Whenever I needed to talk, she was…

Dream, Reality, or Both? — Like most normal people I have a nightly routine. Around 9 PM I take my dog, Silver, an 11 year old, 111 lb. Silver Labrador Retriever for her last walk of the day. Then I get ready for bed, wash my face, brush my teeth, do all the things that…

Chapter 1 — Picking up a Babe in Sin City — A Totally True Tale — Chapter 1 — Picking up a Babe in Sin City — A Totally True Tale My Mum lives in Las Vegas. Picture this… Retired old lady, cruising around the casinos on her little electric scooter, oxygen tank hanging off the back, cigarette hanging out of her mouth, and one arm…