The scream heard round the neighborhood.
“What happened?” I asked as I ran down the steps, hair still wet from the shower. “Why was there a little girl screaming outside a few minutes ago?”
My stepmom didn’t even look up from her cookbook to answer.
“It wasn’t a little girl,” she said. “It was your father.” Continue reading
Animals: real, stuffed, wild and domesticated. Love ’em all.
Growing up in my family, I became familiar with two types of critters: those that we feared and those that we adopted. One such critter, Madeline, happened to fall into both categories.
My family always had pets. The week I was born, my parents also took in a stray cat from the neighborhood. Continue reading
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