When Love Bites
This old photo ad reminds me of her: the little poodle my mom ran over in our driveway when I was a child. I don’t remember her name. Or even her color. I think perhaps she was grey, but I remember her bite. After running her over, my mom scooped her up and put her in my lap to drive to the vet. I remember my mom crying while driving and me determined to comfort that little dog. Trying my best to help her. And she bit me. This memory came to mind when someone wounded me with her words. […]