Sydney and Luca

Today, on Sydney’s ninth birthday, I had a dream that Luca died. With every cat I’ve had since Sydney, I’ve dealt with some level of worry that they wouldn’t make it past kittenhood. The day they’ve reached eight months is the day I breathe my first sigh of relief. When they reach one year, which …

Blue Moon

Today is Neeny’s birthday. In honor of that, I’m posting a thing I wrote a while ago about one of my favorite memories with her.   The Friday before I started my freshman year at Incarnate Word High School, I attended freshman orientation with one thought on my mind. Fish. A few days earlier, at …

Names

This year has been tough. I am not sad to see it go. Although truthfully, it’s just a number that has no bearing on anything that has happened or will happen. Things just happen. I didn’t want to let 2013 pass without writing something new here, but I don’t have the words in my head. …

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This is my grandmother. Her name was Jean Barber Smith, but I call her Neeny. On Saturday morning, she died. It was her 91st birthday. The night before, I could see that she was rallying. Hospice said that might happen. It is, apparently, common for people nearing the ends of their lives to perk up …