Poppy Sid

Poppy Sid died last night. My grandmother doesn’t know, and we all agree it’s best not to tell her. She has alzheimer’s – doesn’t know today from yesterday from 30 years ago – and she’s drugged to the hilt to manage the mood swings that inevitabily arise from sitting around in a nursing home all … Continue reading

little orange cat

Saturday night. We’re back in Burlington. Driving down Route 7, headed to meet Merry Moses for coffee and music in Middlebury. Passing through road construction, the traffic slows, as one car after another veers to the left, going around something in the road. In the headlights, a ball of orange and white fur. A little … Continue reading