How to Have a Funeral for One

Scissors, Tape, and the twisted path to having a great day.

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Rodent Love

Scissors was the black one and Tape was the brown one. Both were fuzzy baby gerbils that came home with us in a cardboard box from a strip mall Petco on a frozen Sunday in January.

My daughter, who was five, had saved up eighty-six grubby dollar bills in a jar on her dresser, which…

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Emily Kingsley

I mostly write about animals, including the human kind. Dead or alive. Also body parts. Contact me at e.kingsleywhalen@gmail.com. She/her.

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