Growing Up
Seventeen years ago I requested a white Persian kitten for Christmas, but my father’s storage barn business was slow as it usually was over winter so instead I received an orange and white long-haired tom that hissed and clawed until
The Christmas Cactus
At the end of June, one of the two 6 x 8 window panes in my husband’s and my apartment imploded from the torrential power of straight-line winds. Glass, acting like pieces of shrapnel, gouged the wood in our kitchen