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.

The egalitarian lie: Every group has leaders, even Occupy Wall Street
National LP official: ‘It’s gotta be Romney, there is no choice’
Why do presidents and candidates bother to release tax returns?
Film hurts when I hear, ‘I’ve seen what we can be like together’
If Court reverses Roe v. Wade, we’re facing a social tsunami
You’ve been lied to: Freedom and democracy are different things
FRIDAY FUNNIES
Donald Trump’s jingoistic tribalism marks him as a dangerous buffoon
Hiding anger was a survival skill, so you might not know I’m angry