I’m 38 and I love my dog the way I imagine some people love their children — completely, daily, without strategy — and the part nobody tells you is that this kind of love is allowed to exist without being lesser, even though everyone you grew up with will quietly assume it’s a placeholder for the love they think you’re missing

I want to write about my dog. Specifically, about a particular feeling I have for him that I've spent a long time trying to find the right language for, because every existing piece of language for it sounds either too small or too big. His name is Tao. He's ...Read More





