By Donika Kelly
Not that you ever are. The small, rough dogs lie at your feet or warm your belly.
By Michelle Orange
No one warned me. No one tells you dogs dream, and no one can say what dogs dream about.
By Elliott Holt
His father’s apartment, with its floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, Oriental rugs, and views of Central Park, filled Helen with longing. She had always imagined herself in New York. She had always wanted a claim to that city’s streets.