Dopp Juice Archive

This morning I awoke to find my pet mouse dead. She was a good mouse, but admittedly, I didn’t love her. I’d been ready for her to die for awhile, hoping it would come sooner rather than later. Seeing her there, though, shocked me, and flooded me with a whirlwind of cranky old memories. This isn’t the first time I’ve wished death on someone and been overwhelmed with pain when it came true. The first time was with my father.And it all poured out in writing, so I invite you to read the reflection at The Writ: Irreverence: A Eulogy.