Alistair Bain
speaker
90 appearances
2 recordings
1 series
first heard Feb 2025
last heard 5 May
Alistair Bain’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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Patrick is a cat owner, playwright, and storyteller from Boston, Massachusetts.
Since Rita, Patrick has been the proud parent of four other cats, some of whom were actually adopted on purpose.
Thank you, Patrick, for the wisdom that there is no such thing as a temporary cat.
Our final story is told by Linda Torres at a slam we produced in Seattle, which is supported by public radio station KUOW.
Live from the Fremont Abbey Arts Center, here's Linda Torres.
That was Linda Torres.
Linda has since moved to Philadelphia with her golden retriever, Ari, where she earned her doctorate in nursing practice.
She continues to work and volunteer in the veterans community.
Thank you for your service, Linda.
To see photos of Linda and her dog, as well as other storytellers and their pets, go to themoth.org.
While you're there, have you ever felt like you have a story you'd like to tell us?
It might be about friends of the four or two-legged variety, about a temporary cat or a temporary house guest.
If so, you can pitch us a story right on our site or call 877-799-MOTH.
That's 877-799-6684.
That's it for this episode of the Moth Radio Hour.
We hope you'll join us next time.
And that's the story from the moth.
When I was 13, I got my first horse. His name was Bo. He was a half an inch over pony class, a chestnut with sort of anonymous breeding history, not very well trained, a little bit mean and shaggy coated. But I didn't mind because he was mine, and I was willing to put the hours I knew it would take to train him in because he was the one part of my life that didn't feel dark and dangerous.
At that point, my dad had dropped me off with my mom in a small town in central Illinois. She had enrolled me in a Catholic school where I was the only Native person at an otherwise white school. I felt different, but that wasn't the only reason. The kids had another name for the reason I was different. Words like fag, queer, it, and freak. I heard that all day.
The teachers told me if I didn't act so weird, maybe I wouldn't get in trouble being bullied. And when I went home, although my mom's words weren't quite that crude, her sentiment was the same. Everything I did, how I walked, how I talked, seemed disappointing. But every afternoon, I would get to go to the stable and saddle up Beau and go for a ride.
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