The Princess of Positivity: POP

I LOVE Newsroom. 


At the end of season 2, Will McAvoy puts himself in charge of morale.

It was a brilliant scene.

Charlie replies, “We aired a doctored tape in support of a fake report. The guy who doctored the tape is suing us. The woman who has always wanted to fire us won’t let us resign. The unhappiest guy in the building is in charge of morale. We have gone to the zoo!”

Today, after school, I put myself in charge of morale.

I will be the Princess of Positivity: POP.

Now, I need to find a wand and a crown on Amazon.




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Hu-Mom, We Have a Problem

There is nothing worse, for me, than having a dog who does not feel well. Without words, it is difficult to ascertain what is wrong.


At 2:30 am, Houston started to vomit. He coughed, almost like a cat with a furball.

He paced around the bedroom, ran down the stairs, coughed, vomited, and then did it again.

For 2-1/2 hours, that was our routine. He vomited in the bedroom and on the stairs. He licked the carpet.

Sweet Houston ran himself outside even though it was raining.  He chewed on snow.

All I could do was follow, watch, and feel for him. I sat on the floor. I felt his belly.

Finally, close to 5:00 am, Houston settled on the back of the love seat upstairs and I curled up next to him. Faith, Booker, Gus, and Betty White all came into the room with us.

Houston’s been chewing on a big shoulder/knuckle bone. I think it upset his stomach.


This morning, I can still hear some gurgles from his tummy. But, he is happy with his chicken from Uncle Tony.

Our pet psychic told me that we all have the ability to communicate with animals. We just have to do it.

She also told me that “Dwight is always here. He never leaves. The dogs see him and love him.”

Last night, I felt Dwight. He was in my dreams when I fell asleep early this morning.



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Where is My Cabana Boy?

Hu-mom thought it would be super funny to pose me on the Adirondack chair with a hat and post, “Where is my cabana boy?”

Me?  I didn’t think it was half as funny as she did.

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Gus’ Trust

For three years, Gus lived in a puppy mill. To be honest, I do not and cannot understand what his life was like. I am, even as a rescuer, unable to look at photos from puppy mills.

In 2010, he arrived in Park City at our no-kill shelter. Fostered by two generous big-hearted people, Debbie and Richard, he ultimately found his home in the Hooker Horde.

Almost six years later, he still needs to eat on the stairway landing where he can be alone and feel safe. But, after almost six years, he trusts me enough, as long as I don’t make eye contact, to walk behind him and carry laundry up and down the stairs.

It took a long time, but Gus made me a “Marble Jar Friend.”

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Being Betty White in the Bathtub


It’s tough to be an old broad.

I get it.  I was born in 1970. My mother calls me “middle-aged.”

For my Betty White, yesterday was not pretty.

She’s old. She’s deaf. She’s toothless.

I’m pretty sure she has dementia.

Now, she’s fat, too.

Well, we should say “solidly fluffy.”

Yesterday, she had a poop problem.

Because she is small, baths are easy . . . for me.

Betty White is not a fan.


Since she was wet and I could see her pink skin, I trimmed her bangs.


She hates baths.

She hates a lot of things.

But, now she is fresh, fluffed and folded.





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Too Much in Response to “Dispatched Too”


Perhaps it is the English teacher inside me.  Or, maybe it is simply that I have high expectations for those that hold public office.

Regardless, to receive an email from the Wasatch County Sheriff that demonstrates his inability to master basic English grammar and, at the same time, attacks me, the victim, hurts.

However, once the shock wears off, like it did a few months after I was assaulted, I can only feel disgusted and angry.

Less than two months after being thrown to the floor three times and threatened with the words, “I’m going to choke you out,” I asked that the Wasatch County Sheriff review the incident. The primary reason I did not press charges against Brian Hoyt, was fear. The officer that answered my call kept saying, “I’ve dealt with you before.” (Evidently, ending sentences with preposition is common in Wasatch County.)

I protested.

While my mother suggested that I am “middle-aged,” I’m not that old; I remember things well. I’m a writer.  I’m like an elephant.

I can tell you that the one and only time a man has ever beaten me was on Thanksgiving night last year and I have NEVER contacted the Wasatch County Police Department.

Perhaps the good Sheriff was upset because I copied the Summit County Sheriff and the Peace House.  I celebrated the response from my local Sheriff’s office.

Perhaps the good Sheriff was bothered because I’m a woman. I’m articulate. I write.

Perhaps he already knows where the fault lies.

The good Sheriff, however, is in a position of “authority.” (Apparently, that position does not require a basic grasp of the English language.)

It should, however, require basic human decency. An elected official should never imply that a crime is the fault of the victim nor should s/he require the victim to “meet . . . here” in the “near future.”

Reporting an assault is scary. First, there’s the physical injury. Then, there’s shock.

With my minimal training as a firefighter and EMT, I know that victims settle into a state of shock after trauma. One would think that a career officer would know that, too. (Notice the correct use of the word “too,” also.)

Instead, after a simple suggestion that the Sheriff provide additional support and training, I received the following:

Ms. Hooker,

I appreciate your email, and I am always very interested in how my officers handle the calls that they get dispatched too.  I have taken your complaint as well as the report that Deputy ______________  has written about the incident.  I turned it over to a supervisor over the patrol division to look into.  I will however, let you know that I have instructed this supervisor to make contact with Summit County for their report to find out what really went on because your statement and Deputy ____________’s report conflict a lot as to what really went on.  I would think that it would be a good idea to meet with __________________ here in the near future to share your side of the incident so that he has all the facts.  I will guarantee that this will be looked into.  Again, thank you for the information.

The contact person for the complaint will be Lt. __________ .  Please feel free to contact him at  ___________________ or by email at _________________________.

Thank you,

Sheriff Todd Bonner

Wasatch County Sheriff’s Office
Part of me wishes I lived in Wasatch County and had a vote over there. Most of me is grateful I live in Summit County where I am safe.



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82 Years of Love

A Love Letter . . . to My Mom


Dear Mom,

Thank you for putting candy hearts in my lunch. Thank you for slicing my apples and oranges.

Thank you for keeping our house clean enough “to do open heart surgery on the kitchen floor.”

Thank you for Guess jeans, prom dresses (even when we couldn’t afford them), and whole outfits from the Limited (including the faux long pearls).

You went without, so we could have what we wanted.


Thank you for delicious dinners, games, extravagant Christmases, and holiday vacations.

Thank you for the gift of a big brother.

Thank you for telling me, just a few days ago, that you loved me and that I belonged in our family.

Thank you for showing us how to live a life of service, how to love unconditionally, and that promises mean everything.



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