Jane Genova: Speechwriter - Ghostwriter

Truck Stops on I-95: Best places for inspiration/healing for content providers

This was the trucker's first haul up I-95.  So he and I hunted in this spacious truck stop for an electrical outlet for him to plug in his laptop.  The place, of course, has Wi-Fi.   That little act of random kindness got me out of myself.

And, as content providers know that when we are too much into ourselves we are hanging out in an iffy neighborhood.

In truck stops like this, I find inspiration for client assignments.  Actually, I should shoot over to the one in Clinton, Connecticut about a half hour from my home when I am stuck (usually with fear) on an out of the box but enough in the box concept for a website. 

I also heal in truck stops.  Today, I needed plenty of that.  I had gone to Boston to take part in a beauty contest for a full time job.  The parking garage charged me $32.  Half a tank of gas, and I'm still 80 miles from my home office.  The irony, and it's a pleasant one, is that when I called it a wrap in Boston and checked my email, I had a juicy offer for a long term contract assignment.  No need for a full time job, never mind relocation.  Fortunately the expenses are tax deductible.  And the organization did indicate that it uses freelancers.  Plenty of them.  So, there could be some ROI on this trip.

But the glue which holds content providers together is creating content.  I was not doing that from 8:15 A.M. until 7:10 P.M.  I began to lose my center. The red flag about that is that I start missing my dog Molly Mittens who had passed over 5.5 years ago.  When she died on vet's examining table, I told him that I didn't understand why she died.  I still don't. 

Pet Parents: We put our children ahead of ourselves

The reason that the more than $50 billion pet industry is recession proof is that we pet parents put our children ahead of ourselves.  If they like the 58-cent packet of Fancy Feast, we will buy it and forget a treat for ourselves.

I take a look at the booming pet industry for the financial information company Motley Fool.  Here you can read all about it.

When Animals Grieve: Home-cooking helps

Just like us humans, our animal companions grieve.  On February 20th, Carlotta, our 16.5 year old Havana Brown feline, passed over.  That was tough for me emotionally.  She had been with me through so many professional ups and downs Download Geezerguts. She had to leave just when I was rolling better with the new economy.

But what was tougher was worrying about her soul mate Jason.  Jet black, Jason had been Carlotta's BMF since she nursed a litter of kittens when I was a foster parent for the gang years ago.  They groomed each other several times a day. 

The vet said that if Jason really went into a downward trajectory there was a type of antidepressant.  When I returned home from the vet with the empty cat carrier, Jason took off under the bed.  I slept on the floor, as close as possible to him. 

The next day I went out and bought chicken and beef I could cook for him.  That did the trick.  Now I am still cooking chicken and beef for Jason. 

The amazing thing is that he seems to be adapting to our new life together without Carlotta.  Now he jumps up on the desk next to my laptop and stays there for hours.  When I read on the couch he lays on my stomach.  When I come home from being out, he makes it his business to greet me.

I tell him I miss Carlotta.  He doesn't go there.

Pet Grief: The quiet miracle of sympathy cards via U.S. Postal Service

It's so old-fashioned: snail mail.  But it was exactly the right thing at the right time. 

Almost every day after my 16. 5 year-old Havana Brown baby Carlotta passed over on February 20th, sympathy cards arrived via the U.S. Postal Service.  Some were from readers of this blog who felt the pain of this loss.  Some were from colleagues. 

One was from VCA Animal Hospital, East Haven, Connecticut, where Carlotta was so gently sent into the night.  Each member of the staff wrote a paragraph.  The most touching sentiment was from Dr. Linda Colburn. She observed that I had rescued Carlotta from the streets of Manhattan many years ago.  Then I again came to her rescue when she had cancer so that she was released from her suffering.

When those I care about lose their four-footed companions, I now know to make the effort to shop for the card, dig inside my own memory bank of loss for the message, find a stamp, and then locate a mailbox.  That effort can bring such comfort.

Carlotta Genova (1996-2012) - From the mean streets of Manhattan

This is what normal human beings get drunk over.  But, since my wiring is frayed and I can't safely ingest alcohol, I can't forget for a little while what a sensitive companion Carlotta had been for 16.5 years. 

Our lives came together when I agreed to be a foster mother for her litter.  She was Havana Brown and the four of them were black.  At the time I had moved to Connecticut but was still volunteering at the SPCA in Manhattan.  Someone has found her on the mean streets of Manhattan.  He ribs were showing.  Yet she had been struggling to nurse her little ones.

Back at my condo in Connecticut, Carlotta continued to be a wonderful mother.  She had help there from coal-black Jason who I had already adopted from the Humane Society in Monmouth County, New Jersey.  The two hit it off.  I decided that I had to adopt Carlotta also.  They continued to be helpmates and soulmates over all these years.

Last week I discovered an internal lump on Carlotta's side.  I made an appointment with the vet for later this week.  She was fine.  Then darkness fell quickly.  Yesterday she began hiding and stopped eating.  At the VCA Foxon Animal Hospital, East Haven, Connecticut, Dr. Linda Colburn explained how we can diagnose if the lump was not a tumor - cost-effectively.  I was relieved that I gave Carlotta that one last chance.  No, it wasn't "something else."  We discussed if I wanted to maintain her for a couple more weeks.  I had done that before, in 2004, with 13-year-old cat Sarah with pain patches.  In retrospect I recognized that I was doing it for myself.  And her sick presence upset the rest of the animal family at my house.

Jason is very sad.  He sniffed around the empty cat carrier.  We curled up on the couch together, as we probably will do many days in the next several months.  Attending to his grief lessens my own.  Carlotta taught me how to give of myself.  That's not an easy behavior for a writer to pick up.

On Thursday night I will go to my 12-step meeting and detail how I am getting on the other side of this loss without a drink.

"Anderson" - Must create a new niche in daytime talk

We know who Anderson Cooper is but we are clueless what his show "Anderson" is supposed to be about. 

Without that, there is no compelling reason to tune in, especially since he has so much competition from what's happening on the web and mobile.  No surprise his ratings lag behind hit shows starring Dr. Oz and Ellen DeGeneres.

Since his own life was shaped by the loss of his brother - we can see the woundedness in Cooper - why not create a new dark niche on daytime about the kinds of things, people, and illusions we lose, how we heal, and what's next.  Ideal guests would be Joan Didion, author of "Blue Nights," and Madonna Badger, the Calvin Cline ad expert who lost her three children and parents in a Christmas fire in Stamford, Connecticut. 

I would welcome going on "Anderson" and talking about how I have learned to walk through pet grief.  I will likely be facing it yet again with my 16-year-old Havana Brown animal companion Carlotta.  We have a 3:30 P.M. vet appointment today.  Either she will be leaving with a pain patch or passing over to join her buddies Molly Mittens, Nicole, Callie, Point Pleasant, Sarah, and Rebecca.  There isn't a day which goes by when I don't recall the love we shared in the recent scary recession and the earlier times of great material abundance.

Pet Grief: The tragedy that we usually outlive our pets

Life is suffering, so goes Buddhist philosophy which provides the tools to navigate pain - productively.  Well, I will really be hitting my Buddhist readings in the next several months. 

On Tuesday I have an appointment with the vet.  My 16-year-old Havana Brown feline Carlotta has an internal growth on her side.  No, she isn't hiding, not yet.  She is still eating. But she isn't engaging as much with her 16-year-old coal black feline buddy Jason. 

A reasonable person would conclude that I am going to lose Carlotta.  So will Jason, which concerns me more than my own grief.  

The reality of having animal companions is that they tend to die before we do.  It's the unusual situation when they, like Leona Helmsley's dog Trouble, outlive us.  Since this happens again and again, maybe we can learn to cope better.  I don't know.  My dog Molly Mittens passed over five and a half years ago.  I can still become very sad when I recall the great car trips we had had together.

Valentine's Day 2012

For 16 years Jason and Carlotta have been in each other's life.  Jason was at the Human Society in Monmouth County, New Jersey and Carlotta at the SPCA in Manhattan.  They fell in love in with each.  Today is their special day.  I will make chicken breasts for the two.  Then it's a spot of catnip.

Madonna Badger, Joan Didion: Face of suffering

They say a child learns about the world from the mother's face.  If that face is serene, the child will come to expect the world to be a calm, predictable place.  If the face is anxious, then all bets are off if the child will even attempt to navigate that hostile setting. 

Now we can add something to that truism: we can read the love the mother had and likely still has for her child from her face after the death of that child.  And we're reading such suffering in the face of Madonna Badger, whose three daughters died in a Christmas fire, and Joan Didion, whose daughter died from, it seems, a confluence of factors. 

Didion records her pain in her book "Blue Nights."  When she gets on the other side of shock and despair, we hope that Badger renders a portrait of the experience in a documentary. 

My loss of the little ones I have so loved - my dogs and cats - has been recorded in my opinion-editorials on pet grief for THE NEW YORK TIMES and THE WALL STREET JOURNAL.   Believe me, that has helped.  Yet there isn't a day that goes by since 1982 that I don't have flashbacks of how it was together.  In my life are two 16-year-old felines.  When they pass on, I will probably pack up and move to Spain.  For me, the memory bank is nation-bound.  Spain is another country.

Losing Our Four-Legged Companions: Do we get better at handling it or do you just know how out of control pet grief can get

Jason, like Sarah, Callie and Point Pleasant, is dying of cancer.  It won't happen right away.  But this time, or so I am telling myself and you, I am not going to fall apart. 

After all, I am lucky that Jason has made it to age 16.  He also had the benefit of the companionship of Carlotta, a 16-year-old Havana Brown cat deserted on the streets of Manhattan, pregnant.  Jason helped her with her litter until they were weaned.  Then I brought them back to the Manhattan SPCA for adoption.  Carlotta, freed of her responsibilities, doted on Jason.  Eventually, Mr. Man returned some of the attention. 

Also, Jason has had me all to himself.  The dogs Nicole, Joshua, and Molly Mittens, who demanded so much attention, have passed on.  He now jumps on my stomach the way they did.  That's the life, at least for a cat which tends to always play second fiddle to dogs.

No, it's no consolation that Carlotta will still be family when Jason passes over.  Her grief will be profound and I will have to console her.  They have been together 15 years. 

What seems to be centering me is that my most important accomplishment in life was bringing into my life cats no one wanted.  Over the years there were nine of them.  I saw that through, well almost.  My fear was that I would croak before they would.  After that their lives would be very difficult.  I prefer for mine to  be made difficult through loss than they suffer.  They had had enough of that before I adopted them.