Archive for April, 2009
Why I Never Intend to Marry
More than one man in this world thinks I’m crazy. Most of the time, I would have to agree. But lately, clarity rules in ways that are mystifying…and terrifying.
Strangely, pregnancy seems to both magnify and subdue my usual rants and tantrums. The words are more bitter, the reactions quicker and more fierce. At the same time, my blood pressure remains neutral, and a shocking lack of physical symptoms accompanies my outbursts. It is as though my emotions are reserved only for this tiny life inside me, and only my thoughts and words carry venom.
Continue Reading Add comment April 27, 2009
The Heaviest of Kittens
Today I journeyed into the rain with two of the sweetest friends I’ve ever had. I carried them in a plastic box, balanced to my side awkwardly like a five gallon bucket of slop in danger of spilling. When we reached our destination, I learned why it was such a struggle to walk with them in tow: Willie is a fattie.
….In my eyes, Little Willie will always be my baby, just as Biscuit will always be a puppy (though I never knew him as one) and Carter will live forever. I love him just the same after today, but the rose-colored glasses have been wrenched from my eyes by a stone-faced doctor who sees only the objective reality in front of him. I am now forced to view Willie as he is: a big cat, and getting bigger in an unhealthy manner. In a way, it is good that I see him today as a big boy. It is time for a new baby to take his place.
Continue Reading Add comment April 22, 2009
My Perfect Love and Pain
Carter became mysteriously ill. It wasn’t the first time I’d thought him close to death–and unfortunately, it would not be the last–but it was the first time I was dealing with it completely alone. The new vet was far away, and night had set in, as had his lethargy and vomiting. I didn’t sleep at all that night, watching and waiting for a sign that he might snap out of it.
Continue Reading 1 comment April 6, 2009
Catsup, or Catsoup?
I find myself playing a game of catch-up in the story that is my life. This would be a mundane task for a Saturday night, had my life not advanced several years in the past week!
Continue Reading Add comment April 4, 2009

