The glare of oncoming traffic burned my eyes. It was 4 a.m. So early even the sun refused to wake up. I rubbed the tiredness beneath my eyelids just enough to make my mascara flake and leave black smudges. Beyond the windshield snow fell in diagonal generosity. As a result, slush-covered roads withheld their secrets. Gaping potholes, non-existent lines, and… Read More
A Gut Feeling
Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer had nothing on me a number of weeks ago. My head was stuffy. I took sniffling, sneezing, and nasal-speak to artistic levels. And yet, after weeks of over the counter antihistamines and denial, I was not improving. My husband convinced me I needed to see a doctor which, until he applied puppy-eyes, I was loathe to… Read More
Reasons To laugh
Our cat, Pudgy, is not trustworthy. Sure, she lurks. She invites people to pet her upturned belly and then bites them. She even rubs her head on my ankle before attacking me. I can live with those eccentricities. What I tend to worry more about is her litter box use. She’s been fighting a urinary infection due to a frustrating… Read More
The Path Less Traveled
The knock at the kitchen door startled me with its authoritativeness. I don’t usually invite kitchen door visitors, as I prefer guests use the front door. I know, I know, most people like the “informal feel†of kitchen door use, but not me. The kitchen is a place for family. You know, those blood relatives who don’t mind the user-friendly… Read More
Wash and Dry
Is there anything as pathetic and vulnerable looking as a soaking wet cat? I think not. And, is there anything as curious about, well, everything, as a kitten? I think not. Water + kitten + curiosity = NOT a good combination. Of late, whenever I take a bath, our kitten Giese comes to the ledge of the tub and watches…. Read More
Puff, the Magic…Hedgehog?
A leg is missing. Shards of thread hang from the hole like tendons and muscles torn savagely from the appendage that once cheerfully invited a hug. The eyes, frozen in expression, have lost their glint. It lies on its side, near the wall, in dusty solitude. Who, or what, is this little beast of which I write? It’s a nameless… Read More
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