The Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes Chronicles, Part I

On our summer vacation to Maine three years ago, I ate ice cream nearly every day. (Remember, this is Ben & Jerry’s territory. So good.) But I had my reasons. First of all, my dad was nearing the end of his battle with pulmonary fibrosis, and the idea of him actually dying felt vaguely apocalyptic. Like, is this even possible? Secondly, we had left our dogs in the care of a (formerly) trusted housesitter, who handed the task over toRead more