t had been a big year for me and my family: I’d stopped drinking, my husband and I had relocated from Minnesota to Kansas, and I’d become pregnant with our second child. Although I was on the track to recovery, I seemed not to be
I Called Him Eddie Cream Cheese
My little chihuahua, Paco, was one of a kind. He and I had been through a lot together. I thought of him as my soul dog, a gift from God. He’d come with me to Colorado when I moved in with my son to help with his twin daughters, Piper and Mia. Paco w
