My Dog is Chelsea

Everything always seems to happen at once. Tomorrow, my mother is having brain surgery. Well, not exactly brain surgery (she’s already had that twice), but a procedure—targeted radiation called a gamma knife—to remove the tumor that keeps coming back. I don’t know enough about the gamma knife (heck, I don’t even know if that’s what [...]

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I wrote a poem last night while walking with Chelsea: What a surprise It’s raining outside. Oh, what a bummer Why isn’t it summer? If you’re poetically inclined (I’m not, but I wrote one anyway), leave an ode to your region’s winters in the comment box.

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He was pretty heavy-handed with the horn, even for a New York City taxi driver. Although not without justification: a few cars ahead of us, a someone was holding up the traffic with an amateur attempt at a parallel parking job. Anyone could see that the spot wasn’t big enough. But hope springs eternal when [...]

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At long last, I am home. In the past two weeks, I’ve been to both New York and San Francisco, and seen more family and friends than I can count on both hands and feet and all of Chelsea’s paw pads. I’m hungry and exhausted, and, no offense, about to go rent the second season [...]

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