Someone once reminded me to 'live the dash', that line between our birthday and the day of our death to the fullest. Kipper lived his dash with gusto, joy and love.
When I'm not writing with a cat by my side, I'm volunteering at my daughter's high school, or corresponding with my son at university. In the afternoon, I can usually be found walking my dog and pondering my latest plot by the beautiful Bow River.
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