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Monthly Archive for May, 2011

Mr. Chartwell, by Rebecca Hunt.  The subject is depression and the antagonist, an enormous black dog who’s ill-mannered, repulsive and smelly, but strangely seductive. At some point in the narrative we are introduced to the notion that depression can be allowed to enter and for some but not all, it’s possible to invite it to […]

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I love the learning curve.  I love the part where you fall in love with an idea, then you set out to make it yours.  It’s a process that’s fraught with trial and error.  You have to make mistakes if you want to grow. But getting to that point–what a nightmare.  I’m a perfectionist and […]

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Should we get a companion for our cat? This tends to come up when one pet dies, leaving a lone animal in the household. Suzanne called to ask me this question.  Her cat Harry was 11; she was pretty connected to him and had began to wonder if he was sending out feelers for a […]

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Well, they left the girl cat in the cat carrier while the vet tinkered with the boy.   In 16 years, that had never happened. There he was, the big drama queen, riddled with acupuncture needles and purring like a suck-up while she was behind bars.  True, it was a double-wide carrier and quite comfortable but […]

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I test my abilities when I’m sitting still in traffic.  There are myriad opportunities around here; you can’t throw a rock without hitting a dog (not that you would) and I like to see if I can get other drivers’ dogs to respond to me. I pulled up next to a blue Subaru with two […]

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What in the world was wrong with the ?   Clearly it was loaded with someone else’s energy but I didn’t have that kind of time.  Still, as I made my snap decision, I saw the face of the woman who constructed it, then I saw Vinegar Lady.   The energy didn’t belong to either one of […]

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Okay, if you’re impatient with the whole clairvoyant thing and you just want the bunny to save a toddler then skip this part.  No really, go away.  You’re not going to like it and just when we were beginning to be friends. I was in the flea market.  All that stuff, loaded with other people’s […]

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My daughter is 7; it was class picture day.  She came trotting into the dining room.  “I’m ready for picture day!”   Her face was radiant.   She twirled so we could admire her. A vision in light blue, she wore a tasteful sequined sweater over a girly sundress.  She clutched her Christmas party shoes–the ones with […]

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A Passing and The Aftermath

The passing of an old friend leaves a terrible hole.  I see Chester on the bed.  Maggie pads down the hall and I begin to think, which one are you? I pull out two bowls at meal time.  No one showers with me or my husband.  Chester perched on the edge of the tub and […]

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RIP, Beloved

A week earlier, Chester told me he planned to pass on Friday.  It was Thursday lunch and he was perched on my lap, purring away.  He hadn’t eaten for days. As we schmoozed I said, “you know Chet, we have that appointment with Stacey tomorrow at 11:00.  You’re going to have to take a big […]

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