Team lift
Fear and sorrow are jagged boulders, bigger than any one of us. Love is larger than all of us put together. And when love puts us all together, there’s no limit to what — or who — we can lift.
Fear and sorrow are jagged boulders, bigger than any one of us. Love is larger than all of us put together. And when love puts us all together, there’s no limit to what — or who — we can lift.
Watching Mary Poppins as a child gave me great expectations. I thought I would meet fun-loving chimney sweeps everywhere, bursting into song and clicking their heels for the sheer joy of soot. I lived four sad decades without hearing a single “chim chim cher-ee.” But the wait is over. Sootie is here.
You were here. That is the reason Willie is here. That is the only reason Willie is here. And now, for just a little while, the Linda Fund is here.
He was born the colors of sandcastles, with vacation in his eyes. He has more fringe than a cowboy costume, and applied to have his name legally changed to “The Rootin’ Tootin’ Ringoes Kid.” Bernard never said he was a saint. But he never said he wasn’t.
Don’t call him “Michael.” It’s a respectable name, worthy of Jordans, Foxes, and one excellent Bublé. It’s just not Mikey‘s name.
If you are looking for a cat cuter than Jericho, I’m sorry, but no such cats exist. If you are looking for a cat more complicated than Jericho, I’m sorry, but no such cats exist.
It’s impressive, but she doesn’t do it to impress anyone. Polly is on a personal project, strictly between Polly and Polly. She climbs so she can see farther.
OK, Tabby’s Place family. You know how we love around here. When one of us hurts, all of us hurt. When one of us is weak, the rest of us muster our strength. And right now, our sweetest teens need us to dream on their behalf. Kitty Purry and Leonardo DiCatrio have FIP.
How do we do this? I understand why people ask. If we can answer, maybe we can be ready next time. We can wrap that answer in a handkerchief and carry it in our pockets. The next time sadness is taller than we are, we can grasp that answer like a key, or an EpiPen, […]
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