Your actual feet
I am sitting on the kitchen floor clipping Jack the Terrier’s toenails. Hazel the Weimaraner is curious and then delighted, and she quickly turns it into a game, tracking […]
Most tellingly
I stomp back up the stairs and into our bedroom, where Mark is happily tucked beneath the blankets. “I am going to kill that girl.” “Which one?” “I had to […]