
THE LIGHT IN THE OTHER PRACTICE ROOM Before allowing myself to stop practicing at night, I would look down from the boarding-school dormitory toward my friend’s practice room, and if her light was still on, I felt as though I could not leave. Leaving first felt like losing. My sister and I left home to…
Every now and then someone tells me, “Well, that is easy for you.” I usually laugh a little when I hear that because there is almost nothing about the way I live that happened easily. People see the dogs running across ten acres, the puppies eating raw food, the garden, the freezers, the articles, the…
The ribbon was never supposed to be the final destination Michael Nelinson ‘s article, “Dog Shows 1980–Today: How Things Have Changed,” kept me thinking most of the night. The article stayed with me for an unexpected reason. It wasn’t because I suddenly disagreed with dog shows or because I believed Michael had uncovered a single…