J.L. LaPointe

If I could change the past without changing the present, I would have listened to my mother when she told me at my sister’s seventh birthday party to go inside. That day, five-year-old me played chicken with a one-hundred-and-some-odd-pound Rottweiler and lost. Dog. His name was Dog, and he was the sweetest. My grandfather would have put him to sleep that day, if not for my grandmother holding her Read more of this blog post »