In Exchange for the Final Pudding Cup, We Offer Our Inner Thoughts

Tomorrow, I’ll show you to a stranger. Not on purpose, of course, but we know the changing rooms at the gynecologist’s office are never private. We’ll wear a Pepto Bismol gown and Margo will stiffen because of the draft caused by observational rooms, their doors left open just a crack to see the glow of ultrasound screens.



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Excerpt from Days of Distraction

They gave me a card with a cat meowing Goodbye on its cover. Inside, names and short notes. We’ll miss you terribly! Good luck! Safe travels! Keep in touch! Take pictures!


Fuchsia and Her Neighbors

Fuchsia Pukash was not beloved among the humans of the neighborhood, and they were right to dislike her.


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The Lives of Paul

The third time Paul died was in the middle of Maggie’s school musical