When I was 14, my mother and I were walking through JC Penny's on our way into the mall when I realized she wasn't beside me. I looked back and saw her standing at the foot of an elevated mannequin grouping in the ladies department. She stared up at a doll dressed in, what I …
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What I Want
First, a non-apology: I am not sorry that the blog took a little detour for the last few weeks. That story had been buzzing around inside me getting louder and louder and I had to get it out before it made me nuts. If you're still following, thank you for putting up with the detour. …
Living on Cat Time
I have this theory that cats only count to three. Knowing cats, they could probably choose to count higher than three but have, for whatever inscrutable cat reasons, decided that three is how high they will count. After three, numbers lose meaning for cats. One. Two. Three. Forever. When you go out of town for …