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Miss Bulldog was the best. To see her exit her house, trot down the ramp from the porch and huff at the fence. To observe her ears move when the back door opened; see her turn and run back for all she was worth!          ...

She was meticulous─ all four foot eleven of her tidy and compact. In her kitchen, every dish and utensil stood at attention, drying towels hung in uniformity. Looking back, I suspect I may have upset her perfectionist apple cart...

With a quick flick of the wrist he snaps the crisp tablecloth into place and smooths the white linen’s creases. This is his favorite time of day─ the lull before he greets throngs of famished guests who care less about...

No modification necessary I was born perfect. My size nines do not fit in my husband’s palm but he never asked me to crush my bones and bind my feet for his pleasure, a past tradition of control. I could never erase the me I was...

One of three poults he spurred our sympathy with his nightly limp across the lawn, always the last in a chorus line of five. We found his challenge endearing, his mother’s patience merciful as she hung back while siblings...