Well, we said goodbye to our dog, Taz, after eleven mostly good years because of the loss of control over his back legs. It was a very, very hard thing to go through—especially for my husband, Ed. Here’s an old picture of him plowing through the winter snow in our backyard.

Young Emeline is coming along

Recently, I enrolled in a writing class, and I’m amazed by how much I’m learning and getting done. It’s called the Summer Essential Residency by Daniel David Wallace. It has unclogged my brain and allowed the story to develop.