Margie Sanders

1 month ago | chapter16.org | Erica Wright |Maria Browning |Julia Nunnally Duncan |Margie Sanders

When I was a teenager, I dreamed about living in New York City and having a cat à la Holly Golightly in Breakfast at Tiffany’s. I think about that fantasy as I stand in my Tennessee backyard in the middle of the night because my beagle mix Penny has eaten something that disagreed with her sensitive digestive tract. Probably an onion she dug up, but maybe a piece of decaying bird she managed to chomp while I wasn’t paying attention on our midday walk.