There was an endless tunnel of suffering, days that broke suddenly with a cruel grey cast, the whole world bathed in shadows and the sticky, fermented smell of deep melencholy that has no purpose. There would be a moment here, an instant there. Silky cat fur, a tiny hand wrapped in a larger hand. The [...] ...
Hannah’s actions and decisions make me sad sometimes. For long stretches I wonder how she’ll ever make it in the world. But she is also the person through whom I have had the opportunity to know true awe and pride. (You might not know that Hannah fought and won a complicated lawsuit against the Nassau County [...] ...
I’ve been complaining for years about the alienation of affection issue I have with my cats. Moving across the country created a neuroses in Moses that rivals anything I’ve written about personally here, and my children ruined the Blue Cat (Blutus, if you must know)for lap cat status. Even though she is a tolerant cat, [...] ...
My second week of the indieink.org writing challenge: It doesn’t seem possible, but this man on top of her seems to have inadvertently synchronized his thrusts with the whomp-whomp-whomp of the misaligned, black lacquered ceiling fan blade currently raining dust onto their sticky bodies. She considers just for a second asking him if he’s done this [...] ...
Ed Note: As I was writing this piece, my daughter knocked on the door. She walked in, sniffed the air and said “something smells amazing-banana bread?” (it was two loaves of banana pumpkin.) Then she said “I bake all the time now! I don’t know why!” I showed her this piece, and said “this [...] ...