My husband parallel parked his Highlander along the curb of the narrow street in front of my daughter’s red brick, DC row home. The front door flung open and Jackie strutted out to meet us cradling a black and white, drooling, fur ball. She wore jeans with holes in both knees, a purple tank top, long ponytail, and the grin of a child introducing her parents to their first grandchild.    I wrestled the puppy out of her arms and kissed the top of his soft head, he licked my face in return. Jackie…

Read More