By Harold Klemp
A young African woman was going to school with a friend’s family. As they were driving along, suddenly, in the middle of the road, they saw a dog. It was just sitting in the middle of the road; it wouldn’t move.
By Benny Callaghan, Minnesota
When I was a child, we had a family dog called Nelson. He was a standard long-haired dachshund with a dark-black coat and golden-caramel underbelly. He was beautiful and loved.
By Scott Riviere, North Carolina
Born two and half months prematurely, I stayed in an incubator the whole time I was in the hospital. Upon first coming home, I was isolated from the rest of my family in the third-floor nursery. I rarely cried or moved…
By Niels-Jul Yrvin, Norway
While driving on a rural road near the town in Norway where I lived at the time, I decided to pass a white car. Ignoring a nudge not to do this, I immediately regretted making the wrong choice.
By Donna Lupinacci, Connecticut and Florida
After our children were grown and my husband Tony and I retired, we brought new furry friends into our lives. We downsized considerably since my husband’s retirement and added travel to our bucket list of things we wanted to do before leaving this world…