To Dad

To Dad

Dad, I remember you telling me how, because I was a cesarian-section birth, that you were the first of my parents to hold me. Of course by then you’d had practice holding a baby because my sister was born two and a half years earlier. By the time I came around you knew what to expect from a newborn – the spitting, the diapers, the early-morning feedings. That is not to say that taking care of me was a piece…

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Dog Person

Dog Person

Please pardon the expression when I say that perhaps I’ve bitten off more than I can chew when co-adopting a puppy with my mom and her mobility problems that make it difficult to participate in the training. But she loves the puppy and insists we keep her. I tell our puppy I love her too in the same way I did when my cat’s health began to degenerate with old age and he became more and more difficult to care…

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Quiet in My Neighborhood, Letter 4

Quiet in My Neighborhood, Letter 4

In the midst of it all, my mom and I decided to adopt a puppy – a two-month-old pug we named Peggy and she’s a handful but we love her. The beauty of it all is that she’s helped distract me from my negative emotions.

Lockdown, Letter 2

Lockdown, Letter 2

Dear Someone, It’s so frustrating being locked inside for so long! Though I did go grocery shopping today and bought myself a very berry hibiscus refresher from Starbucks on the way out. Things like fancy Starbucks drinks do make the day go a little better. What’s the song say? “A spoon full of sugar helps the medicine go down”? Earlier today I thought about my memoir, the one I spent the better part of my thirties writing and rewriting until…

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