Kittens, Kids and the Nature of Family

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Oscar was dead. To begin with. There is no doubt about t­­­hat. He died a slow death. In early May we began finding bits of him around the house. On the carpet. On the nightstand. In my husband’s hair. Oscar had a short, rough life. Chewed and bitten constantly. Enough to make anyone up and die in three weeks. As I put what remained of Oscar – clumpy green felt and the remnants of a tail - in the trash, two pairs of expansive blue eye looked at me, communicating with their ocular way that what I was doing was not appreciated. [...] Continue reading

3 Women

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A fictional look at the many stories that we pile on top of our true selves in order to hide and protect the women we really are.

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