As I gathered my belongings on my way out the door of our home-on-wheels, I could sense Moses getting antsy at my impending departure. He was scurrying about the RV after me wagging his tail and looking up at me with those big, expectant dog-eyes. “Moses–stay!” I snapped at him and immediately felt like a meanie mom for doing so. As I put the strap of my crossbody sling over my head, my motions slowed down. I had that feeling of waking up disoriented from a nap, flashing back to countless mornings when I’d be preparing to leave our apartment … Read more