When Will I Learn?

When Will I Learn?

  “You know, you don’t have to go camping if the weather is going to be awful,” remarked my wife as she eyed the leaden winter sky. Despite the deteriorating weather, I stubbornly clung to my plans. Sure, it was December, but the forecast was for light rain and...
Bark!

Bark!

A single bark rings out, exploding like a gunshot, echoing off the laundry room walls. Walter wants out. Now. A short while later he will demand to come back in with a similar bark. The stars look like paint splattered across a deep blue drop cloth. They provide just...