Dear Sophie, I’m walking around our rickety first-floor Victorian apartment looking for traces of you… bits of fur nestled in the crook of a door, a piece of kibble left behind your food dish,…
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On the eve of my 12th birthday my family inexplicably moved from the suburbs of Wisconsin to the deep, deep rural south. Not that the Dairy state would’ve been any more useful to my…
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“You’re the second person I’ve seen in the past ten minutes wearing a crown.” A gentleman on a bicycle made a bit of small talk as we both waited for the light to change…
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I haven’t spent a Thanksgiving with family in… oh, I can’t really remember how long it’s been. With two geriatric dogs traveling anywhere is nearly impossible, and driving to the deep South from the upper…
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Christmas is a weighty and nostalgic time for me. The frenetic waxing of forty once led me to write, “If you are childless, every first-something is a reminder of a last-something.” I don’t know if…
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I’m over winter. I’m over winter because I have a short attention span and I’m ready for change even if it means enduring my least favorite season: Spring. Spring doesn’t do anything for me.…