Stevie, a good boy, enjoying his new life. I have a dog named Stevie who sleeps on the couch with his nose pushed against the cushions and his back to the world. I don’t know if this is how all dogs sleep on the couch because we’ve never allowed any of our other dogs to jump up there. But we felt sorry for Stevie and did not have the heart to yell at him. Stevie crawled out of a corner of hell and came to our home when he was about five years old. He had quite a history, an

For two miles, we had followed a shaded trail that led through a lonely pine and ash forest outside of Bend, Oregon. For the last mile,...

I was driving one morning on Kamehameha Highway in Aiea when I stopped my car for a young black fellow waiting at a crosswalk that has a...

Early one fall morning on a perfect day, we followed a trail through the brush, turned left at the homeless guy's encampment, and walked...