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Several weeks ago, just before we moved into our new house, a friend of mine asked for a favor. She had been feeding a young cat who was the sole survivor of a litter that some heartless cretin had thrown into the creek behind her house....
Posted by ghostriter
- Tue Mar 24, 2009 11:03:05 PDT
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On November 11th, at about 930 AM, I was preparing to turn right from Oak Street onto Rosedale/178, when I saw something that caused me to bite my knuckles so hard that I drew blood. A tiny black kitten was racing, terrified, between...
Posted by ghostriter
- Mon Dec 8, 2008 08:13:45 PST
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The dog lay prone in the road directly in front of my house. She was very still, although a gentle breeze ruffled her fur and mimicked movement. In the light of the nearly full moon, I easily recognized the unfortunate dog as Tasha, the...
Posted by ghostriter
- Mon Oct 20, 2008 15:35:19 PDT
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I killed a dog on my way to work last Friday. No, I am not bragging, I am confessing. In truth, the death of this unknown dog haunts me so terribly that it has taken a week for me to be able to write about it. I have never hit...
Posted by ghostriter
- Mon Sep 8, 2008 10:53:00 PDT
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When I was in my early teens, my mother and I began raising and showing Persian cats. It was something my mom had always wanted to do, and for the most part, that time is one of my most cherished memories. Having been a "cat...
Posted by ghostriter
- Fri Jul 11, 2008 15:20:50 PDT
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My ex-husband was the first to admit that he could be rather mean-spirited; in truth, he often boasted of the fact, as if his ability to snap someone’s head off with a cruel retort were a virtue to be proud of. It was a...
Posted by ghostriter
- Mon Nov 26, 2007 09:23:40 PST
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This is one of the photos taken by my son, Jordan, who at that time was ten years old, on one of our photography outings, when I was teaching him to use a camera. It is sunset in the aftermath of a particularly colorful storm. The...
Posted by ghostriter
- Mon Sep 10, 2007 11:35:55 PDT
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I started reading at three years of age. At least, that is the story according to my parents, who have always been more than willing to believe that their firstborn was a reading prodigy. It began with sounding out road signs with my...
Posted by ghostriter
- Fri Sep 7, 2007 09:12:19 PDT
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