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I bought Marina a collar. It was just a little big….

A little something for all the mothers out there.

In which I reach (one of) Marina’s limits.

I never wipe my ass.

She thought she was waving good-bye to me.

I want so MUCH…. [first in a series of post fragments]

I am sad.

I miss my friend.

I find myself needing something I’m not accustomed to needing.

Seven years with Sofia, and I’ve never written about her in a way that does justice to what we have. This is me, beginning to fix that.