Still Life With Thelma and Louise, My ‘Ex-Batt’ Chickens
For my rescued hens, every day was the best day they’d ever had.
chicksona non grata
My Year of Rest and Relaxation
(“I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed”
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I believe that loving a dog is basically mortgaging future heartbreak against a decade or so of camaraderie—I’d understood this when I got Red. But when confronted with it, I felt shamefully angry at myself for even getting him.
Aging is a funny thing. You’re not sure if the world has changed, or if a hundred cellular mutations have changed your place in it.
I wanted her language, her understanding of Honduras, a family like hers. I wanted things she could never give me.