My Dog Blocked The Door And Refused To Let Me Inside Until I Discovered The Truth

the evening — cold, tired, coming home from a normal walk — was more reliable than what he was observing.

He was not wrong. I was.

This is not, I want to be clear, a story I tell as a criticism of myself. I told it to myself as a criticism for a while, and then I let that go, because I think it’s more useful as something else. It is a story about attention,continue reading …