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A personal essay on the love of dogs, horses, birds, goats, dogs … and of all animals.
Mona lay along the length of the sofa, painting concentric circles on her toes.
Instead, she reaches for the dial and turns it. Rain falls.
Any time I found trouble as a teenager, which happened frequently, my mother warned me that I would wind up like her older sister, my Aunt Beverly.
“Up to a billion birds die in collisions with glass each year in the United States.”
Masuyo was married for fifty-eight years to the same man. She’d hated him for fifty-seven years.