Connie

“Hmm.” I tried to imagine telling my parents I was a witch. My live-and-let-live dad would do his best to ignore it; he would assume I was going through a weird fad. My mother would be so grateful that I was interested in something, she’d probably offer to be a witch with me. “What about your girlfriend?” I asked Simon. “Is she a witch, too?”
― Melissa F. Olson, Boundary Crossed

“instead of a nap I went straight to the backyard and threw a tennis ball for a while, enjoying the fall sunshine and the infectious excitement of the dogs. Only Cody and Chip, both retriever mixes, actually fetched the ball, mind you—Pongo found toys uninteresting but enjoyed snuffling along the edges of the fence, and Dopey was simply too stupid to grasp the concept of bringing something back. Once in a while she would follow Cody and Chip for the first ten feet as they chased the ball, then scamper back to me, expecting praise for her accomplishments. I just laughed and complied.”
― Melissa F. Olson, Boundary Crossed

“I don’t want someone else’s money. I want their time. Their good moods. Their jokes. Their companionship. I don’t want a cupboard full of silver and gold, I just need enough to get by and great people around me.”
― K.F. Breene, Magical Midlife Madness

“I care not for a man's religion whose dog and cat are not the better for it.”
― Abraham Lincoln