MIGHT NEVER HAPPEN

by David Antrobus

Photo credit: David Antrobus

Hallowed be her name.

When she first came here—the skin beneath her hazel eyes smeared as if an artist had been learning charcoal, the eyes themselves almost pitiless—we called her Trashy, soon shortened to Trash. We meant nothing bad by that. “Trash panda” was a nickname for raccoons, and that was all we meant. But Trash—Raylene—heard only bad. Today we’d call it slut-shaming, only we weren’t slut-shaming anyone. Yet she felt slut-shamed.… Read More MIGHT NEVER HAPPEN

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I ALWAYS WANTED AN ORANGE KITTEN

by Amy Henry Photo credit:  izzyplante

“What people call serendipity sometimes is just having your eyes open.”—Jose Manuel Barroso

Since college days, my life has been filled with cats. There’s Phoebe, a tortoiseshell cat who napped atop my turntable; StarBaby, a calico who cleaned out the bottom of my yogurt cartons and then lined up the empties in the bathroom; Maggie, a stray I “adopted” from the Boston pizzeria that fed her; Tia Maria, an opinionated, affectionate gray with a “hint of beige”—also mother of Brutus and Jasmine, both brown tigers. And Francesca, a tiny, gray long-haired kitten who was terrified of most everything, but loved Brutus and followed him everywhere.… Read More I ALWAYS WANTED AN ORANGE KITTEN

I CAN NEVER AGAIN FORGET TO BE GRATEFUL

by Kyrian Lyndon Photo by Carli Jeen

Years ago, I thought I had accepted that life was unfair. Coming to terms with that somehow unburdened me. It cured me forever of the “why me’s.” What it didn’t seem to cure me of, however, is the “why anyone?” With countless people suffering all over the world, I have spent the past couple of years feeling anxious, feeling frustrated.… Read More I CAN NEVER AGAIN FORGET TO BE GRATEFUL