First, you spot her cookies-and-cream coat, but she is not her colors. Next, you notice moonstones where you expected to find eyes, but she is not her jewels. Then, you scan her record: FIV+, blind, heart murmur, lumps. But she is not her medical chart. At last, you see Faith, and she is greater than […]
They don’t make life jackets for sailors who weigh one pound. No water wings or floaties would fit his stubby twig legs. There was only one life preserver for the smallest of swimmers. It was you.
You can tell a cat is loved by his nicknames. Any stray can be a Joseph. It is a perfectly respectable name, shared by saints and Jonas brothers. But it takes the lilt of love to turn you into Joey Muffins.
Editor’s Note: Oh, dear ones, you are in for a masterpiece of tenderness today. If you have ever wondered if it’s possible to be truly known and truly loved at the same time … exactly as you are … read on. Myron and Barbara are love on legs, and Max and Pippin are the kind of blessings that bloom when […]
In Roman numerals, “C” indicates one hundred. In Ringoes, New Jersey, “Cici” indicates one hundred percent. As in, perfect.
Good morning, dear Gigi. Forgive my peasant ways. Here I am, rushing in on a first-name basis, wearing a sweatshirt with a marinara stain from 2007, forgetting to curtsy. I’m not even sure what title befits your dignity. Should I address you as Your Eminence? Is it Your Grace? Or may I call you Geege?
This is not a hobby. This is not a game. This is Scrabble, and all his letters come down to Y-O-U.
“Oh, sweetheart, you go first.” “Tell me what you need. Tell me who made you cry. Tell me everything.” “Me? Don’t you worry about me. I’m not hungry.” Pancake said it with a smile, because she meant it from her heart.
How can I welcome people to Tabby’s Place without your help, Theodosia? You were my co-conspirator, my hidden pearl, and the other half of my comedy duo. The much better half.
Brave little moonchild, how I yearn to be like you. I will never have your feathery silk coat, all shimmering sable. Yours alone is the lunar energy that whirls you like joy’s dervish. But, Luna, if you teach me even a fraction of your courage, I may yet learn to shine.