On Finish Lines, by Debbie Clarke Moderow. January 27, 2016
“I see a finish line!” I call to my dogs, every time we near the end of a race. At the sound of those words, my huskies charge ahead. Brie, [...]
“I see a finish line!” I call to my dogs, every time we near the end of a race. At the sound of those words, my huskies charge ahead. Brie, [...]
There he was: standing alongside our wood-sided station wagon, dressed in his faded khakis and gabardine fishing shirt. Dad smiled and handed me my fly rod. “See you two [...]