This morning when I was out walking the dog, we passed a woman I’d seen at a wedding over the weekend. I don’t know her but I see her all the time, walking her dog or with her kids or out running. Always with her hair pulled back, a scrubbed-looking face, in jeans or running […]
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Smelling the dog
“Come smell the dog,” I said to Dave tonight, and he knew just what I meant. I didn’t even know quite what I meant. He wasn’t far away, just sitting on the other end of the couch. The dog was curled up between us. We’d been talking about the story I was going to read […]