Keri Salas

Last year, my grandmother, my last living grandparent, passed away in January and later that year after Thanksgiving, our beloved big hearted, ever present Great Pyrenees, Enzo died. Entering December, I had no desire to celebrate anything. Our house seemed cold and lonely without the familiar nail taps behind me on the wood floors or the lumbering goofiness of our very good boy who always was a f Read more of this blog post »