“‘Did you ever have a friend,’ Emma asked her aunt, ‘who says mean things to you? And when your feelings get hurt, she says she’s only kidding?’
‘Mercy,’ Aunt Phyllis said. ‘You don’t need those kinds of friends. That’s what your mother is for.'”
I take photos. I write. My volunteer job is taking photos of rescued dogs and cats transported by the rescue group whose records I manage. Since working and volunteering don’t leave me a lot of time to write, I’m spending 2017 borrowing from what these dogs and cats are writing. They said it’s okay.