The Chair He Bought, The Dog They Tried to Take, and the Choice

are living in an era where everything has to be clean, curated, optimized.

Where “old” is a defect.

Where “slow” is an inconvenience.

Where love is measured in how easy it is to manage.

Barnaby snored softly.

I whispered into the dark, “I’m not letting them take you.”

And then, because I am eighty-four and my body is not loyal anymore, I cried quietly until continue reading …