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Whose Child Is This?

The seventh-grade boy was fourteen and autistic.  His mother had put him on the bus as usual one winter morning, but he didn’t come home after school.  The authorities were called, and a description of the young man was given to the media. Police searched wooded areas around the school […]

Please Don’t Eat the . . . Yarn?

This dog is going to drive me to drink. Husband sent me a text message when he got home from work: “Dog was sick.” Dandy. We know he’s a delicate flower, and he has occasionally had tummy troubles, especially when he’s hungry.  I thought we’d gotten it all sorted out […]