She's possessed of a mophead of curly ringlets, auburn at times and the lovely brown I'll never again have at others. She's also possessed of a singularly obstinate but also happy-go-lucky personality. I relate, to my sometimes joy, sometimes chagrin. She is approaching seventeen months (going on years), and her daily delight comes from confidently climbing into the century-old window seats and teetering precariously over the very hardwood floors, pressing her nose to the glass and soaking in ... View Post