My love: you know who you are. In just a few days, it will be Valentine’s Day. Yesterday, as you were driving and we listened to the radio over the steady hum of your old Toyota Tacoma, the broadcaste…

The cursor blinks, eager to add color to the blank slate of this word document—to breathe life into my thoughts. But I’m afraid I bear disappointing news: I’ve had nothing to say. I’ve lef…

It’s nearing the end of my workday, and somewhere nearby, Cleo is practicing patience. Her head is heavy between her big paws while her cocoa eyes track my every move. She doesn’t need a clock to tell…