If you are a queen of Shmatas and capable of hearing the bells you might know I almost sent you a link to the piece on pet taxidermists because I thought it was pretty damn good. Don’t know that it is my best work, but something about it rang true for me and the internal… Continue reading Living A Slow Death
Month: September 2018
Life As A Pet Taxidermist
The phone rings and a quick glance makes it clear I probably don’t know the caller but though I know some things I don’t know any details about who is on the line so I answer it. It is a political survey for a California candidate and though I don’t live there anymore I still… Continue reading Life As A Pet Taxidermist
I Worry About You
Some messages are given in verbal form and some come via actions or through the magical thread that connects us to someone…else. “I worry about you” comes through loud and clear so I pull over and stare out at the rain. Lindsay and Stevie sing Running in the shadows, damn your love, damn your lies… Continue reading I Worry About You
Who Holds Your Hand
The GI doc and I haven’t met yet to talk about procedures, expectations and possibilities but a few people have offered to hold my hand. I have told them if they want to help with the preparation I might consider taking them up on their offer. They know the idea sets me off a bit… Continue reading Who Holds Your Hand
