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Quill - I love my husband, but...

Well, meet Stogey, my dream, dog. I recently read the book The Five Love Languages to find out why my husband and I are so different. The answer is that I need/give/want verbal praise (ie - you are pretty, etc...) and my husband needs/gives/wants acts of service ("When you cut the lawn, baby, I'm turned on!") which led me to delve into my undying love for my dog Stogey (see cute picture above). My dog (and maybe your pet, too) gives and likes to receive ALL FIVE love languages.

Let me break it down...
1. Verbal praise - "You are a good boy, Stogey!" and he wags his tail. I put on socks and he thinks he might get a walk, so he barks a high pitched bark and runs in circles.

2. Quality time - where I am, the dog will follow. He is always with me, always wants to be near me. When I am up late (like now) he will stand in the kitchen, stare at me and whine while wagging his tail as if to say, "Time for bed, my love."

3. Acts of Service - I take Stogey …

Quill AND Pill

The quill part is quick - I just found out my first SHORT story will be published - I'm crazy excited and will post a link to the story as soon as it's available. The title is "Why Not Me?"

The pill portion of the blog related to a wonderful website called Needy Meds:

This is a great website for people who need help paying for their prescriptions - check it out!

The following article is reprinted with permission from Dr. Sagall...

Pharmaceutical Companies Helping Patients Get Their Medicines
By Richard J. Sagall, M.D.

It's a choice no one should have to make - pay rent and buy food or get prescriptions filled. Yet all too often it's a choice Americans, particularly older Americans, have to make.

Over 40 million Americans have no health insurance, and millions more have limited coverage. Many Americans just can't afford healthcare, and, if they can, they don't have the money to buy their medicines.

Patient Assistance Programs
There is help ava…


My pool keepeth me from writing. Damn the eighty degree weather that put me in the pool on three separate occations the other day! I should be writing! The ideas that ebb and flow in the mind of a writer are relentless. Ahh, but the pool calls to me. I'll write again when the sun sets...

Or now, while it rains and the house is quiet. As Stephen Markley said one of his teacher's said (or something) "Apply ass to chair."