I Only Told You Not to Bite

The afternoon Digmund met the neighbor's dog through our back fence, I was watching from the living room window with the kind of half-attention you give something you don'

Two Sculptors Quit and One of Them Was Me

I was trimming the hedge along our front walkway last Saturday, and Becky was sitting on the porch with tea, watching me work, which is a dynamic we both find comfortable for different