Like many new pet parents, Vanessa and I had a set of wishes when we adopted our respective cats. We both wanted companionship, responsibility, and unconditional love (yes, cats are capable, counter to their reputations). Since he was a kitten,…
View writingis literal. I was always hungry, craving meat, which none of us had in the fridge or elsewhere, mostly because we couldn't be bothered to buy it, because it was high-maintenance to have uncooked meat, and expensive (?) to have…
View writingToday's prompt isn't working for me. What do I want to write about? What do I need to say? I'll write about yesterday. The infusion center. The emotions that being back in a room so similar to the others brought…
View writingMy God! I thought to myself: I missed it altogether. I missed that wild hunger of youth. My “youth,” so to speak, went from a constant, college-undergrad yearning to an over-burdened, perhaps even over-achieving adult who didn’t have time to…
View writingDuring World War II, along with most Japanese Americans and Japanese living in the U.S., my Japanese American husband’s parents – John and Masako – and their parents and grandparents were put into internment camps and kept there for the…
View writingBy the time she was 25, Carlina was the killer of three. Two unborn fetuses, which admittedly weren't deemed people, according to some, but who, if allowed might well have grown into that particular life form, and one disconsolate boyfriend…
View writingThe wild hunger of youth didn’t feel like that light-headedness, that weakness in the arms, legs, face, caused by lack of calories in the blood stream. It felt like a wildness that broke out because my parents weren't watching over…
View writingShe had been a wild and hungry girl as if she knew life would be short and the banquet bountiful. Long before FOMO was a thing she knew the fear. Violet dipped her hand into the box and wove her…
View writingMongoose loose; RH returns We had hired Ronnie. She bought us plastic Starbucks Venti cups for copious iced coffees. Cristin was good about that, the environment. Cristin went from telling waiters she needed to know “the meat was like, cradled…
View writingWithout a doubt, when I was younger, I had a huge appetite for new things, new places, and new people. Old and familiar made me anxious, I would call it boring, or not modern, or been there done it. Now,…
View writingI am very anal in my lists, although not as much as my friend's ex-wife, who used to draw a little empty box before each agenda item, and then an "X" in it after the item was resolved or completed.…
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