The poor thing was cold and trembling, abandoned on their front doorstep. Dash, impulsive as always, decides on the spot that they should keep it. But her husband, Andrew, thinks its the craziest thing hes ever heard. A fight over a scruffy little dog doesnt seem like much of a reason to walk out on your husband of twenty yearsbut the spat over the puppy is just the last of many straws. Dash is so tired of the faculty parties at Mason-Dixon College that Andrew insists they attend even though he wont mingle with his colleagues, tired of his constant fretting over illnesses he doesnt have, tired of the glass of warm milk he must have every night before bed. Why cant he see that with her mother gone and their daughter off at college, Dash needs something more? Now, living on her own for the first time in years, Dash can do whatever she wants . . . if only she could figure out what that is. But every time she starts making plans for the future, she finds herself thinking about the pastremembering the mother shes lost, her daughters childhood, and the husband she isnt entirely sure she wants to leave behind. . . .By turns poignant and hilariousoften on the same pageMad Dash is a novel about the funny ways love has of catching up to us despite our most irrational efforts to leave it behind.From the Hardcover edition.