Mrs. C’s Cat
I once had two neighbors, Mrs. C and Mrs. H. They lived across the street from each other and were best friends. They were always at each others’ house and often went shopping together. Mrs. C had a beloved cat she raised from a kitten. It was her constant companion and had made it well into it’s teens. One day the cat died. Mrs. C understandably was grief stricken. A couple days after the cat died, I was talking with Mrs. H. She was griping that Mrs. C. wouldn’t come out of her house to go shopping. Mrs. H said, “I don’t know why she won’t stop crying. It was…
Mrs. Henderson
I was a troubled child. Besides my dysfunctional home life, I was intellectually several grades ahead of my peers. I didnโt know how to interact with people and I didnโt fit in socially. From the beginning of my school life, I had regular counseling sessions. Every time I started going to a new school, it wouldnโt be more than a few weeks when I would be told that I would be seeing someone. Large schools would have counselors on the staff, and small schools would have visiting psychologists. Either way, it was so normal to my school life, that I never questioned it or thought it odd. I did get…






