When my daughter, Lindsay, was a baby, her favorite toy was her bunny — aptly named, “Bunny.” It stayed with her throughout her growing-up years. Today, some 30 years later, Bunny is in tatters, but is still in the picture. I know this because sometimes I see it hanging out of her purse. Read the full story

It’s not every day I’m invited to a wedding at a brewery, so of course I had to go. Not that I’m a big fan of breweries. My go-to beer is Michelob Ultra, but still, a wedding in a brewery! That’s a first for me.

 When my daughter, Lindsay, was a baby, her favorite toy was her bunny — aptly named, “Bunny.” It stayed with her throughout her growing-up years. Today, some 30 years later, Bunny is in tatters, but is still in the picture. I know this because sometimes I see it hanging out of her purse.

Whenever I hear talk of bullying these days, it brings back a few bad memories of my own youthful tormentor. His name was Ned and he lived down the street from me. At the time, I was an elementary school student while he was in junior high.

My husband, Tim, and I lost a dear friend this month — Dave Henderson. He died Sunday, Jan. 14, just a few days after turning 80. It was a sudden death from a brain aneurysm, and we are still in a state of sad shock.