Feral (Part 3)
July 6, 2013
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At 5 years old, I sit in a waiting room holding a stuffed kangaroo, her baby snugly tucked in her pouch. A nurse in starched
At 5 years old, I sit in a waiting room holding a stuffed kangaroo, her baby snugly tucked in her pouch. A nurse in starched
This morning, the dark kitten, the one my daughter calls the “fluffy, neurotic one,” hissed at me as I walked into the bathroom. He always
April 15th, I walked into my chicken coop expecting only to find my one lone chicken, the others having been eaten by raccoons or passed
Vultures. Again. As I drive the winding oak lined road to our new home, a home that had originally felt like the place I have
Since my last blog, a grandmother, sent me an experience she had with her granddaughter. With her permission, I am sharing it with you. I
Sally fidgeted on her mother’s lap throwing the toys her parents brought for her. “She’s just like me when I was a child,” her mother
Like me, my husband, Dave, comes from a blended family. Dave’s mother died when he was 7. A year later, his father remarried June, a widow with
In front of the porch sits Jim’s truck. All four chickens sit on the front seat, cooing and clucking, all the vocabulary they have to
Of course you want everyone to love each other. When people come together to create a family, it is normal for the members of this
When your former spouse gets married, it means that your children are going to have another mom or dad who is going to be an