A Cat named Beady

A Cat named Beady Norma Grubman’s story about Freddy is delightful and a pleasure to read. It reminds me of our cat, all gray – named Beady because someone remarked that her eyes were shiny and bright as beads. And so, at the tender age of six weeks, which is…

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…always talk… by Elizabeth Foley

“…always talk…” In April 1999, my best friend, Marsha, died of a drug overdose. I remember that evening as clear as anything, it had been raining non-stop for hours. At two o’clock that afternoon, my mother told me what had happened and I remember feeling nothing. I didn’t cry, I…

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