Author: Michael Scott

Two weeks had passed since the ginger kitten’s mysterious appearance and subsequent disappearance, yet I couldn’t shake off this feeling of unease. I wandered into…

Whiskey, the war dog, was trotting across the narrow bridge over Stickleback Creek when he saw the cat. At first, he thought his eyes were…

The abrupt sound of multiple barks pierced the stillness of the night. It was an unsettling deviation from their customary sounds of squirrel greeting or…

Three unusual friends stood out in a town filled with everyday wonders: an orange squirrel, an orange chipmunk, and the latest to join the crew,…

There is no easy solution to the conflict between Israel and Hamas. Some claim both sides have valid concerns and grievances, and it is unlikely…

I remember the day I found Jesus yelling at my dog. There he was, screaming at my four-legged friend for talking to a cat. “Bad…

I’ve watched this unfold repeatedly, and I’m struck by the theater of it all each time. The inmates walk into the parole hearings clutching Bibles…

Where does the time go? Seriously, wasn’t it just Monday? When I was but a wee lad, my mother used to tell me that before…

In the quiet neighborhood park, K9 Jack Daniels is on high alert. His senses tingle as he patrols around the large oak tree, nose to…