What The Loss Of Our Family Dog Taught Me About Gratitude
Category: FIFTY
I wondered if my gratitude jar had opened the door to bad luck. Following our dear pup's death, the jar was a taunting, glass finger; one that nah, nah, nah-nah, nah dared me to find something good in my life. About a week after Midnite died, I plunked down at my desk with the jar in view.
By Sharon Kurtzman, ContributorWriter, mom, blogger and avid runner., 2016-03-13