One day when THE OWNER yelled at her, the bird
was no longer able to
shut down and hide her emotions. She just wanted to be loved. The bird began to
cry. During the many hours of her crying THE OWNER tried to justify his
behavior by explaining that he was an egalitarian pet owner and he didn't do
On this Passover, Sarah was,
as she had been since her husband's death
several years ago, a self-appointed critical observer at her daughter's house.
Unwilling to participate arms folded across her chest, gloomy, watching, she
made occasional bitter, sarcastic comments. "I see you're still dressing like
the farmer's wife, Ellen. And why didn't you get your hair done?"
"Do go and put your uniform on, your nightgown is not appropriate
attire for school. And remember to wash up first." Sarah bounded up the long
staircase that led to the lavatory and dormitory rooms upstairs, weaving her
way between the throng of girls descending the stairs for morning classes.
"I'll miss you, Sister!" she called back exuberantly.
I had envisioned fucking many handsome Doctors Without Borders, which
is how I ended up in Bosnia at 2 AM delivering Tampax and lipstick to the Red
Cross delivery trucks on a burned out field on Christmas morning.