For the Love of Dumplings

The young woman wanted very much to taste handmade gnocchi in an Italian village, rather than just to dream about it from her home in the United States.  So she secured passage across the Atlantic.


She feared that she would feel lost and alone in the little village, once she got there, or that the gnocchi would not taste as piquant as she had imagined it would.  She couldn’t guard against those things, but she could guard against her fear of sinking at sea, because she had procured her own lifeboat, which happened to be transparent and to have a garden growing in it.  She gave the high sign to hoist it onto the ship.  She was becoming more and more comfortable with moving of her own volition.




I drew this picture of my daughter Rae last night– her idea. She wrote the caption: Rae, the Caracal.

She looks sorta sweet as she licks her paw, but no! She will leap high into the air and fiercely attack you, sometimes without obvious cause. Sometimes these attacks can throw you off balance, or even hurt. We are working on this. If she really wanted to hurt someone in these moments, she could do some damage.

Rae embodies the essence of the caracal which is carnivorous, secretive, territorial, with a “robust build, long legs, a short face…” Thank you Rae for introducing me to an animal I had never heard of, and thank you Wild Kratts for your great tv show which teaches kids about wild animals, and thank you caracals for your wild fierce nature which shows my girl how to fight and find her strength.