Today, while changing a roll of paper towels, memories of Madeline flooded my heart and mind. One more time I mourned the passing of my little shoulder puppy.

Happy Valentine’s Day Eve! This is one of the better holidays and not just because I’m getting candy or the very beautiful yellow mums and yellow-orange-pink tulips I’ve already received but because it’s a time of looking over friendships and being grateful that you have those friends dotting your life.

A woman knows how it feels to be uneasy around a man who seems to be following her or turning up everywhere she is although he may be harmless.

Right after Madeline, my dog, died while I was driving to the gym I saw a beautiful long-haired, about forty-pound dog lying dead in the middle of a four lane road where it was obvious it had been hit by a car only minutes or moments before.

While out of town last weekend having drinks with friends I suddenly called out my puppy dog, Madeline’s, name.

After reading my blog post on death and past lives, Jill sent me a question asking about her dear friend we’ve discussed before.

A soul mate isn’t necessarily a lover as most think!