Pax vobiscum
Every autumn, not far from Tabby’s Place, a local Friends Meeting hosts a Peace Fair. Gentle creatures gather to work, pray, sing Pete Seeger songs, and eat meatless frankfurters. Pax‘s invitation must have gotten lost in the mail.
Epilogues: September 2026
Now you’ve really done it, kittens. You’ve loved as though Love is your first, middle, and last name. You’ve broken all the records. And you’ve boldly helped to mend the world.
The productivity hacker
You have probably read many tips on productivity. Gurus and consultants promise you will get everything done if you just monotask, attain inbox zero, drink a shot of apple cider vinegar first thing in the morning, and sign up for their newsletter at $29.99/month. But someone greater than the productivity brigade is here.
By Chance
When you are “hopeless,” you are not perceived as powerful. When you are “helpless,” you are not expected to achieve much. But the weak have a strength that the mighty know nothing about. And I am here to tell you about the glorious things done by Chance.
I love that for you
There’s a wonderful expression I’m hearing more and more: “I love that for you.” People say it when life smiles on somebody else. People say it when a friend is excited about something (e.g., nachos, leather pants, existentialism), regardless of whether or not they share the excitement. Ruchi has been saying it all along.
Cheesy
It is a glorious thing to be a cheesy guy. You crack jokes that don’t hurt anyone’s feelings. You get tearful when you hear “The Rainbow Connection,” especially the Willie Nelson version. (Cheesy guys love Willie Nelson.) You’re so warm, you never worry about being “cool.” But this summer, one cheesy guy’s hope was melting […]
Seize the tabby
There is nothing small about a tabby cat who knows how to seize the day. There is, however, something distinctly “Li’l” about him.
Tagged, Part II
We pick up where we left off Tuesday. Tag, the beautiful “black swan” stray, has just been dealt impossible odds…
Malora ameliorates
There is some confusion about the name “Malora.” In one language, it means “downfall.” In another, it’s slang for “partner in crime.” But when the cat’s got your tongue, “Malora” can only mean “it gets better.”