Feed Us or The Work is Shredded

When it gets close to dinner time they hop up and keep me company, in case I forget. The time they start hovering gets earlier and earlier, and over the years I’ve broken down, to the point where “dinner” is now at 4:30. They get a snack at 7:30 because of course they can’t go without food from 4:30 until the next morning. I am so trained.

Stacy Horn

I've written six non-fiction books, the most recent is Damnation Island: Poor, Sick, Mad, and Criminal in 19th-Century New York.

View all posts by Stacy Horn →
Share via
Copy link
Powered by Social Snap