Advice from a small town girl

I have dreams, you know.

Not dreams of the future or what I would like to accomplish.

Night-time dreams.

When I was a kid, we were frequently entertained at the breakfast table by my father’s descriptions of the previous night’s dreams. They were always colorful, detailed and fantastic.

Well, I seem to have inherited my father’s dreams.

The other night I dreamed I was visiting the family farm in the company of my older sister. We discovered a stray cat in the front yard, twining himself around the flowers in the rock garden. He was very sweet and quite friendly.

He was also more than a little...