The Lesson of the Clothespin: Refusing to Discard the Broken Things in a Throwaway Culture

tell me he would panic every time a delivery truck backfired, or that his separation anxiety would result in him trying to eat through solid oak trim whenever I left for more than an hour.

“Rough day, Leo?”

I looked up. My neighbor, standing on my porch, peered through the open door at the carnage. He shook his head, looking at Gable with pity that felt continue reading …