by Judy Alter | Feb 3, 2023
Oh glorious day! Six years ago, finally getting read to leave rehab and go home. Jordan’s home from Hawaii, the sun was shining all day and the ice melting, and Sophie got a good doctor’s report. All’s right with my world. But we all know all’s not right with the...
by Judy Alter | Jan 6, 2023
Jacob on Twelfth Night too many years ago We celebrated Twelfth Night, the liturgical end of the Christmas season, with our family tradition of each burning a small branch of evergreen and making a secret wish. I spent the morning making a large batch of potato salad...
by Judy Alter | Dec 30, 2022
Home from the hospital As I write tonight, Jamie is sitting on the patio strumming his guitar to soothe Sophie, and it works—she is sound asleep. I would love to have him inside, but who would interrupt a man playing guitar for a sick and miserable dog. And for me,...
by Judy Alter | Dec 13, 2022
Everyone in the Metroplex has a similar story, except maybe for the complication of the dog. My security system began sending off shrill messages at 7:45 this morning, waking me from a sound sleep. Lest you think I’m a slug abed, I was up at 4:30 and 6:30 with Sophie,...
by Judy Alter | Dec 5, 2022
Yesterday online I saw a news photo of a sheriff, standing in front of a jail, announcing new, hardcore school discipline policies in his Floriday district. He was big, burly, overweight, and standing as though braced for a fight. Behind him, standing in what look...
