#120 – Simone

Dear Diary, “Look! There she is again!” Momma whispered. I looked down from the edge of the porch where Momma and I were sitting at the hostas. The face of a yo...

#119 – Town Crier

Dear Diary, Normal. I just want things to be back to normal. But I’ve learned that normal doesn’t come back on its own. You have to grab it kicking and screamin...

#118 – Checkup

Dear Diary, “I want to Sue them for everything we can get!” the Fat One exclaimed to whoever he was talking to on the phone. He’d been saying the name “Sue” a l...

#117 – Hero

Dear Diary, I lay in my bed on the Pad That Makes Warm with my ears out to the side, scowling as deeply as I could. Everything is AWFUL! My head is clear today ...

#114 – Empty Streets

Dear Diary, The Fat One woke up extremely cheerful again today. While Momma and I were standing and stretching, he got out of bed, turned around, stuck his face...