In my dream, my parents said that Squiggy had been shrieking all afternoon during my absence, as if fending off invisible attackers. But they were not invisible. I could see them—long black rats with ugly snouts and sharp claws. The claws were clamped onto my cat’s fur and he was wailing, yowling in agony andContinue reading “Grief (part 1)”
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Catcalling
Yesterday I left work in tartan rain boots and clutched a tartan umbrella. I felt cute, a little sassy with my Macalester College pride-inspired rain gear, but I peeked out from under the umbrella at the rolling clouds with some sense of foreboding. A tornado watch was in effect through the length of my wholeContinue reading “Catcalling”