Month: January 2017

I don’t want to have to work!” I heard a part of me yell this morning for perhaps the millionth time. Over the years, I have related to this voice in myriad ways. I have told her to suck it up. I’ve pummeled her over the head...

Our new thick brown dog keeps getting up from resting to follow me when I do something mundane, like refill my tea or grab another handful of dark chocolate chips. “Sweetie, I know it’s hard to trust that we’re as boring as we...