Sometimes I realize there’s a dog in my house. (I mean, I’m not crazy. I know I have a dog.) But, there’s a dog in my house. Like… an animal. Living with me. Sitting on my bed. Licking me, or getting kisses from me. Who are these creatures that we decide to have in our homes? And why do we decide to have them?…

Love the way sunlight comes through my window in the autumn. The angle of the sun lets so much flood in.…