Lottie Boggan
“Click, to see who loves you,” my Internet message read. “You have a flower bouquet.”
I opened up the link to a lovely floral arrangement that someone had sent me. Busy, I didn’t send it on. Unfortunately...
“Gran Lottie, I want me a Happy Meal,” four-year-old granddaughter Peyton issued instructions from her carseat in the back.
“We can’t stop,” I answered.
“You got me a Happy Meal yesterday....
You fell out of the stupid tree and hit yourself on every branch all the way down, I scolded myself.
Running late and still shaken from the early morning trauma I had just put myself through, I stomped the accelerator to the floor,...
At our house it’s a dog-eat-dog, dog-eat-cat world, and this was my dog’s territory. June Cleaver’s bark sounded like a gorilla belching over a public address system. In full, fighting stance, she stood quivering and peeping...










