Lynn Cahoon

So, it's almost over. Two months in 2021. I'm killing the writing right now. I've been on schedule since the first of the year. It's feeling good. I've got a lot to do this year, so getting on the word train now is important. And, we've had horrible weather, so I haven't wanted to sit outside on the deck. Until yesterday. Not only did we get a walk in for the dogs (Dexter and Quinn are two year old Keeshonds) we spent some quality time sitting and talking about the future on

Happy Sunday from snowy Greater St. Louis. We probably got 8-10 inches over the last week or so but the freezing temps are starting to subside. I don't worry as much about letting the dogs out for even a quick potty break. Keeshonds like the cold, but even Dexter had to be rescued when he got too far out in the backyard and couldn't get back up the hill because his feet were too cold. I'm considering buying them booties. But then they'll stay out longer. I've been dealing wit

Although this might sound like a religious post, I'm hoping you'll forgive me my mental wanderings. I'm not promoting one religion or one God over another. I'm just talking about my experiences. I've been someone who practiced Lent since I started attending the Methodist Church when my child was in middle school. I liked the routine of it. I liked that unlike a lot of religious beliefs, it gave me a structure. I was part of something when I participated. Something bigger than