Katie Long McDowell My dog Tulip will eat anything. And I really do mean anything. The fuzz Moo pulls out of his toys, leaves and sticks, dirty napkins, you name it. Nothing is off limits. This makes walking her a veritable minefield — every bit of rotten food, all manner of ...
Remember that Jack Nicholson-Helen Hunt-Greg Kinnear movie, where Jack plays an unhappy, obsessive-compulsive recluse whose whole existence is turned around by the love of a good woman and, more importantly, a cute dog? It keeps popping into my head as I watch Chad during this week ...
I have about a half dozen half-finished columns sitting on my computer. No, not about. Exactly. I have started — and stopped — writing six times in the past week. I’ve got one about home and what that entails. One about the sneakers I wore to ruin (go, me). A ...
Katie McDowell Anyone who knows me knows I’m a bit of a planner I’ll dog the details to death — Google menus at restaurants where we’re going, check the weather a thousand times, curate an outfit for any possible outing. I can’t tell you how many times someone has asked me ...
When I was a kid, I was fascinated by the time capsule buried in front of my elementary school (shout out to William Tyler Page in Montgomery County, Md.) It was planted in among an herb garden in a little square near the entrance (the smell of fresh thyme still takes me there), a ...
Katie McDowell We were coming up the trail at a good clip when he stopped me. “Wait,” he said, holding me back. “Look.” I followed the direction of his pointing finger with my gaze — about 10 feet in front of us there was a mass of branches, growing in a strange ...