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Golden Kobi lays across the floor sleeping tenderly, completely surrendered yet still protecting his tennis ball in the crook of his neck…Little Guy Oscar moves from his favorite place on the couch to the Spanish-tiled hearth of the fireplace. He collapses with a clud immediately falling into dreams aplenty. It's midday, we're up in...
Read MoreI lay on my twin bed in a small Southern France chateau, drifting in and out of a gentle sleep, waiting for my husband Ron's nightly nine pm call. I croon for Golden Kobi's bedtime missives and Little Guy Oscar's spread eagle ease. I hear my fellow travel companions laughing, singing, clicking wine glasses in celebration of a young...
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