Aimless

[1985 (Chapter 2?)] A high school teacher—in 1985—called me “Aimless,” in the midst of my AP Economics class, and hit an emotional target that I’ve been dodging ever since. “Aimless”—a play on Amy—made him titter gleefully at his own cleverness, and cemented in my mind the suspicion I’d always had that other people knew more … Continue reading Aimless

On this day’s sun

Stella this morning looking towards the sun, her position concealing the large open, untreatable tumor on her face that is the reason she is currently in hospice care. Stella’s human is enduring a personal emergency of her own and was called away from her girl but her human uncle is there with her during the … Continue reading On this day’s sun

Mirrors

I caught myself recently trying to pump up someone (“you’re a powerful badass; your legs look healthy and fantastic”…) who’d expressed offhand insecurity about their 60-year-old, non-youthful legs. For I’ve not always been blessed with a good relationship with my body so it pains to see someone mid-rant about theirs. Growing up, I had the … Continue reading Mirrors

White Noise

This morning I felt it. As I sometimes do. I woke up early before the world to see the quiet, and the cool stillness.  Nature--the Great Mother--was baring herself to the unconditional acceptance of the sky and falling back into the wonder of itself. And I paused on my front porch while my soul connected … Continue reading White Noise

Baby Blue Dresser

October 17, 1989, I was riding my bike home from my Clinical Psychology class at UC Davis, looking forward to watching the Bay Bridge World Series Game 3—San Francisco Giants vs. Oakland A’s—on TV with my boyfriend, when the earthquake struck. The Loma Prieta earthquake. I didn’t even feel it. The 5:35 game hadn’t started … Continue reading Baby Blue Dresser

Dreamer

Perusing a dusty Post Card Row fixer upper I could never afford, she arrived first and sat in a chair across from me—looking around expectantly—and within half-hour he was there and they’d hit it off, fingers touching then finally outlining the hand of the other, speaking sex into the air with quivering coffee shop etiquette. … Continue reading Dreamer

Remember the love

#fbf(2018) We ended up naming our first set of fosters Salzburg, Linz, Wels, Vienna and Austria and they’re all now on the next leg of their journey at the Best Friends Sugar House Adoption Center [now called the BF Lifesaving Center]. These kittens were an incredibly hard group. They were petrified at first which even … Continue reading Remember the love