When My Dog Broke a Window and the Internet Put Us on Trial

costs us.

Time. Privacy. Space. The good chair in the living room.

Sarah watched all of it, quietly.

One night, after Jackson went to bed, she stood at the kitchen sink, rewashing dishes I had already washed.

“You know you don’t have to do that,” I told her.

“I know,” she said. “But I’m supposed to be your housekeeper, right? Might as well earn my keep.continue reading …