When I was five, in kindergarten, there was another Cindy. To tell us apart, the teacher decreed that I be called by my full name, Cynthia, which I was not accustomed to. Didn’t sound like me. Especially because my twin brother was Bobby. Robert to be fair, but Bobby to us. Just like Cindy andContinue reading “The importance of being heard”
Meet Samantha, a rescue tuxedo cat originally thought to be “too feral” to be adopted. She wasn’t. Read her autobiographical story here.