As I write this, our two dogs are peacefully snoozing under the kitchen table. They are by no means puppies any longer, but I can’t help but remember them as little wobbly balls of cuteness, arriving to...
When James and I first moved in together, I found him incredibly amusing.
He had these completely quirky (and clashing) habits. He’d scrub the sink every time he washed even a single mug. But he’d leave his socks...