Elizabeth Berg: The Last Time I Saw You

Lester Hessenpfeffer awakens on a bath rug stuffed into the corner of a gigantic cage and stares into the open eyes of the bull mastiff. The dog wags his tail once, twice, and Lester feels his chest tighten with joy. Just before he fell asleep, he'd been preparing a speech for the dog's owners about … Continue reading Elizabeth Berg: The Last Time I Saw You

The Life of an Artiste and Cat H—, Part II

I'm collapsed on the bed at the Holiday Inn Express in downtown Fort Worth. I am tired. Between sentence #1 and sentence #2, I stopped and tried to scrape a little black bug off the side of the monitor--it was at the very edge of the screen, and I had no idea where it came … Continue reading The Life of an Artiste and Cat H—, Part II

The Life of the Artiste or, Being a Cat Owner is H—

We're on our way to the Fort Worth Indie Film Festival. All we have to do is get William and Ernest into the carriers and haul them to the vet's. They watched us pack, said, "We may be crazy, but we ain't stupid," and crawled under the bed. This is why one shouldn't go to … Continue reading The Life of the Artiste or, Being a Cat Owner is H—

The Davises, Dieting

The Davises are dieting. We discovered William's blood sugar was running high. The veterinarian prescribed an increase in insulin dosage. To pinpoint the cause--he may have become insulin resistant; I may have been giving his injections incorrectly--we need better data. When his diabetes was diagnosed, we switched to a special brand of catfood but, on … Continue reading The Davises, Dieting

Just Enough

William visited the vet Monday to assess the efficacy of the weight loss program he began in December. Before continuing, I'll note the difference between this visit and the one last December: On Monday, David took William for his checkup, and a good time was had by all. In December, I took him, and he bit … Continue reading Just Enough

William Bit Me

William bit me at the vet, Didn't like the aide's assistance, Used his claws and fangs to set On the path of most resistance. Say I'm teary, say I'm mad, Say that pills and needles hit me, Say my arm's inflamed, and add, William bit me.   *** Jane Carlyle, wife of philosopher Thomas Carlyle, … Continue reading William Bit Me

Excelsior! – Yeah, Right

(Excelsior: a Latin word meaning loftier, used in English as an interjection meaning Ever upward)*** The shades of night were falling fast,As through an Alpine village passedA youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice,A banner with the strange device,      Excelsior! His brow was sad; his eye beneath,Flashed like a falchion from its sheath,And like a silver clarion rungThe … Continue reading Excelsior! – Yeah, Right

The Perfect 10

We got the official word today: William weighs nearly 19 pounds. To my sorrow, the veterinarian said he's not overweight--he's just enormous. I'm sorry because I had hoped she would put him on a diet, reduce him by two or three pounds, and thus save me several visits to the massage therapist. Lugging his carrier … Continue reading The Perfect 10

My Writing Day: Extremism in Defense of Liberty

Julia Cameron, in her book The Artist's Way, stresses the importance of both writing and playing. At the WLT Summer Writing Retreat, Karleen Koen reminded students of Cameron's Artist's Date—a weekly solo "adventure" to feed the soul and allow for continued creativity. Since leaving the retreat, I've been thinking about possibilities for my Artist's Dates. … Continue reading My Writing Day: Extremism in Defense of Liberty