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I was a guest on this week’s WHYY First to talk about my thoughts on the 10-year anniversary since 9/11, and the cartoon I drew for Newsworks.org:

Check out my column here.

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You know when your cat wakes you up in the morning by climbing on your chest and putting it’s paw on your face? This is what it’s doing one minute before that…

By Kristen Tornoe

Rob and I have been married for almost two years, and I haven’t fulfilled my empty promise to kill him in front of witnesses, so I think our marriage is off to a successful start. I know from childhood that first comes love, then comes marriage, but I’m not sold on this whole baby carriage deal. I have nothing against babies; I’m just not 100 percent certain they’re part of my life’s trajectory.

For most people, having kids is the next logical progression in the timeline of their adulthood. It’s just what you do. The last time I did something because it’s “just what you do,” I ended up hog-tied to a man who still gets the chills when Yoda pulls Luke’s X-wing out of the swamps of Dagobah. Girls, dreams do come true.

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This week, New Jersey Governor Chris Christie sent House Majority Leader Eric Cantor running away with his tail between his legs. Christie stood up against Cantor’s suggestion that in order to appropriate disaster relief funds for Hurricane Irene victims, Washington would need to match the amount in spending cuts.

“We don’t have time to wait for folks in Congress to figure out how they want to offset this stuff with other budget cuts,” Christie said in his usual, straight-forward way. “Our people are suffering now, and they need support now.”

Hope Obama is taking notes. This is how you deal with the tea baggers – call them out and stand up to them. Or you can cowtail to them by halting EPA regulations on smog standards, leaving in place an ozone standards that EPA administrator Lisa Jackson recently described as “legally indefensible.”

Job #14 by Robin Reiser

Of all the quadrillions of jobs I’ve had, the one that causes the most double takes when mentioned is when I worked as a Veterinary assistant for Kenyan Wildlife Services.

Say Wha-? Yeah, it’s a fact: I assisted wildlife vets. In Kenya. In Africa. Me.

This obsession didn’t exactly continue all the way to college, but when I realized I could study abroad anywhere in the world, I immediately chose the most animally of African animal places: Kenya. Or as I said to my college advisor, “I wanna pla wit da big kitty!” You’d have thought I was a five-year-old going to the zoo.

Once I was established in Kenya, having done three home stays, a Swahili language intensive and hordes of cultural courses, I marched into the main offices of Kenyan Wildlife Services and asked to see the chief warden. With absolutely no plan, no appointment and completely ignorant of any protocol, I said I wanted to work with the vets. The boss man, an old school colonial type complete with a riding crop and ascot, eyed me seriously. For a second, I thought I’d be dragged out on my heels, but he must have appreciated my moxie, because he nodded. It was a very slight movement, but a nod nonetheless.

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