by Quinn Pierce I remember walking along the sidewalk, the ice-covered snow crunching under my feet. The moonlight did nothing to warm winter's night air, but I couldn't feel the cold. I just walked. One foot in front of the other. Next to me, my dog, Sammy, followed my pace keeping her long Great Dane legs in short strides. This was our usual Saturday night outing since separating from my ex-husband. It was the only thing I could bring myself to do instead of sitting at home, missing my children and crying. I tried so hard to shield them from the angry and hurt emotions swirling around my dissolving marriage. I believed it was best to try to foster a healthy relationship between …
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