Shelly D Templin

I loaded my suburban - my suburban with 220,000 miles on it – for a fifteen hour drive to Colorado. At 10:30 in the morning, one of my daughters' friends arrived at our house and added her bags to our pile before starting the actual loading process. We stuffed the luggage carrier on top of the car first then fit the suitcases in the back like puzzle pieces. The four of us and two dogs backed out of the driveway on time. Woohoo! On time. We drove across town, picked up another daughters' Keep Reading...

Check out this Promo Video This week, I launched a book I recently published.  What is the book about? My brother, Glen House, MD, was a typical twenty-year-old, college student when he suffered a skiing accident that paralyzed him. But he never pitied himself, was angry or wavered in his faith. Instead, he pushed forward - with often nothing but sheer determination to sustain and motivate him - and went on to become a doctor, inventor, businessman, husband and father who now daily touches Keep Reading...

I am a 51-year-old women standing in my backyard at 1 am whispering loudly, “Good poop! Good poop” in order to encourage the dog I did not want or need to poop in the yard and not my house. I don’t really think he has a clue what “good poop” means but I am trying to teach him. I have high hopes he will finally “get it” after six years of not “getting it.” My nighttime dog ritual takes me back to a 1:00am feeding with my first born, when I heard a strange noise outside and saw flashing yellow Keep Reading...