First time readers, kindly read the first entry for October 27, 2012, when this story began . . .
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My daughter called yesterday. They hosted a potluck at their apartment for a number of friends. I heard a little “mew” in the background as we talked. “Was that a kitten?”
“We’re fostering two. Chris named the boy Batphone. He’s a little asshole. I named the girl Salami (not Salomé; Salami). It will be hard to give her back. She’s sweet.”
A tiny furball with big eyes emerged in my imagination, nestling onto my daughter’s chest as she wedged the cellphone between ear and shoulder to free her hands.
I came clean. “I have a blog.”
She was not just sincere, she was enthusiastic. “It’s hard to put yourself ‘out there’ the first time, but after that, it’s easy.”
I’m intimidated by you,” I admitted.
"There's always room for another voice," she said.