The kids dressed up as black labs.
We pick up the soft, yellow-blonde puppy on a Sunday afternoon. My daughter, almost four, and my son, 18 months, can’t help but reach their chubby arms into the cardboard box between their car seats, shrieking happily every time the puppy moves, or licks them, or lays down.
By Monday morning, the puppy—now named “Cuervo” after Cuervo Gold tequila—has become a pariah. There are no longer happy sounds coming from the kids. Rather they are crying with despair each time they come upon...
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Kirsten Fox is headmistress of our alma mater. After surviving a plane crash, two divorces, a child with cancer and her own cancer, she finds that wine and a sense of humor can buoy even the darkest of times. Her first question is always, "What wine would I pair with this?..." Grab a glass and laugh with Kirsten.