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Week 20

Posted on March 28, 2012

I have wondered if I’ll ever have the ability to be nurturing. My mother’s idea of nurturing was to sing “mama had a baby and her head popped off,” at me on a daily basis like a lullaby. She was a lioness who ruled with a wooden spoon and scared living shit out of anyone who crossed her or any of us in her brood. I’m not going to sit here and tell you she was a horrid example of mothering … she wasn’t horrid. She was different. She was powerful. Put it this way, you don’t get a woman like me without some abnormal ideas of how to raise a baby girl. Thanks mom. To tell the truth, she was terrified of having…

Week 19

Posted on March 21, 2012

It dawned on me at a stroke before midnight last night, that my cat, sorry that is my fat cat, is more satisfied with life than I am. While I sat watching an episode of “Friends” that I had seen at least fifty times before, she sprawled out in front of me on the floor with this half delirious, half insane contentment in her eyes and I found myself feeling left out of the loving life feeling she was experiencing. Of course you’re happy you stupid cat. You eat, you poop (and mommy cleans it up) and you sleep. Nice life. What does my life consist of? Well, let’s see … I eat, I poop and I sleep. Oh yeah, and I work. Holy…