Bessie has lived her entire life in fear.
Well, maybe that’s not entirely correct, but she’s at least lived her life just on the edge of fear. She can go from relaxed and happy to tense and terrified in a split second. She’s not just scared of people who might try to hurt her. She’s even scared of the one person in the world who’s fed her and taken care of her for two and a half years — me.
I wrote about Bessie’s sister, Molly, last week. You can read that story if you’d like, because most of it applied to Bessie, too.

Out-of-touch Keynesians still think ‘digging ditches’ is a good idea
More dependence ahead now that half of households get U.S. checks
The pounding rain from the storm brought me warmth, light and love
Rhetoric about freedom means nothing without right to secede
What’s your goal? Do you want to blow off steam or find solutions?
Online exposure doesn’t bug Lucy, but humans require some privacy
Best years of our lives? For me, teen years were start of feeling like alien
I want the culture to value smart women more than ‘hot’ women
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