Wilburry tea
There’s a cry the size of Santa’s belly out there this time of year. Comfort me.
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Tis the season for Gratuitous Cat Photos
True fact: I am not only a daft, dunderheaded blogger, but also the Development Director (fancy word for Money Raisin’ Person) at Tabby’s Place. Also true: Jonathan pays me primarily for the latter.
Epilogues: November 2018
There’s just one to go, my little goobers. Month, that is. But it may as well be a moment.
Guest post: Forever Loved: Sabine, Part II
Nothing I could write here could possibly add to Jess’s words below. Thank you, thank you, thank you, extraordinary friend. — A.H.
What to give the Tuesday who has everything
If you have ever given anything to any charity anywhere, today your inbox is full. The unifying message: today is Giving Tuesday GIVING TUESDAY #GIVINGTUESDAY!!!
The Dood abides
There’s a lie that’s been going around since the dawn of time. It goes something like this: “there is no reason for you.”
Farrah wings
Cats are gleefully non-self-explanatory. So it’s only right that their names are often shrouded in mystery.
Safety orange redux
Someone call the great fashion houses of Paris and Milan. Functional fashion has had its day. Ours is the age of skin-deep declaration. We’re not talking tattoos; this is about wearing your essence in every pore.
Sullivan…ne
We all have moments when we just aren’t sure who we are: Am I a kindergartner trapped in an adult’s body? Am I a ballerina trapped in a Development Director’s body? Should I be wandering the wide green hills of County Sligo right now? But sometimes, we know exactly who we are. It’s the dunderheads […]