Musings from the Pod VII: It’s All I’ve Got

“Ugh…Gibbs.” “What?” “I’m disgusted.” “I told you there’s a reason why I don’t always cover the poo.” “This is not about you.” “Then what?” “Mom is filling up the big blue box with her clothes again.” “I know, I’m trying to ignore the situation or make her think I don’t care.” “That never works.” “It’s all I’ve got, dear Ziva.” “I wish mom would stay home.” “I thought about tripping her as she’s walking down the hall.” “What good wouldRead more

The Green Room

Why must I be your prisoner, locked in the pistachio green room all day? I have given you perfect love and constant, faithful loyalty I speak your name every day, loud enough for the neighbors to hear, but you order me to shut up. I devour your daily tuna fare and brazenly beg for more. You are held in motherly high esteem, yet, here I am, locked in the square green room. The days can be hollow and lonely. IfRead more