Melodie Davis Archive

The Special Sixth Sense of Cats

November 27, 2014 Melodie Davis

;My husband would wake up to Beatrice curled up next to the part of his body that ached the most. The aches moved around, but Beatrice was always able to sense just where he needed comfort. ;;

How to Become More Grateful

November 20, 2014 Melodie Davis

;The first meal after you are allowed to eat again, your mouth practically explodes—the pleasant tastes and sensations rocket through your mouth and into your tummy.;

Raising Puppies and Babies – Part 2

November 13, 2014 Melodie Davis

;The most obvious similarity is that puppies and babies both have three basic needs: to eat, to eliminate, and be loved.;

Raising Puppies and Babies – Part 1

November 6, 2014 Melodie Davis

;But too soon I was tearing my hair out. Yes, she had accidents, but more than that, I couldn’t get the hang of what a puppy’s schedule should look like.;

Fragility

October 30, 2014 Melodie Davis

We can “hold each other up” because of another fragile gift God gave us as humans: love.;;

Stepping Out – Guest Columnist Jodi Nisly Hertzler

October 23, 2014 Melodie Davis

During our meeting, the spokesperson for the Put-Down-That-Bag-of-Chips-Right-Now Committee held up a fancy little doodad that counts his steps, his stairs, and even monitors his sleep.;;

Two Men Named John and the Faith They Give Me

October 16, 2014 Melodie Davis

He had been beaten and tortured in the days of boycotts, marches, and unrest in the Deep South.;;

Teachers Who Help Children Succeed

October 9, 2014 Melodie Davis

;Karen was in her second year of teaching second grade when Lawrence entered her classroom on the first day of school and announced, “My uncle got shot.” That got her attention.;

Charles and Two Cats

October 2, 2014 Melodie Davis

With the marvelous sense that animals have, Tommy somehow knew when there was a newly opened slot in Charles’ house and heart, and came over and made friends.;;

I Used to Love Motorcycles – By Guest Columnist Michelle Sinclair

September 25, 2014 Melodie Davis

The red Honda dirt bike belonged to my babysitter’s 13-year-old son, the brother I never had.