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Talking to My Mom
Mom: But I donít have cats anymore.
Me: Iím sure we just saw one of them. My
cats are here too, and they need food to eat.
Mom: Oh, are you sure? I havenít seen my
cats in ages.
Me: Max was just here, and Callie sleeps
on you every night.
Mom: Your dad just called. Heís on his
way home for lunch.
Me: Looks like he left a note.
Mom: (Reading note) I will not be home
for lunch today; chicken for dinner. Oh, better defrost
Me: Thereís defrosted chicken in the
fridge already. You should leave it there. Itís still
Mom: I want a cat.
Julianne Victoria is a writer, healer,
and spiritual counselor living in San Francisco. Her
writing has appeared in Buddhadharma magazine,
New Spirit Journal, the Washington Massage
Journal, and online at To Be Aware (www.2baware.net)
and Through the Peacockís Eyes (www.juliannevictoria.com).
She is working on her books, two of which address mental
illness and dementia, while helping her dad care for her
mom who has Alzheimerís.