When my beloved snow angel cat died, I grasped at plush through the fog. Specifically, I found myself bringing home a very large stuffed lion from the grocery store. Like my Pippa, it would sleep in my arms and catch my tears in its fur. Like my Pippa, it would be approximately six pounds of […]
Let the record show that 120 cats and one Development Director have a violent loathing for the song “At Seventeen.” Love is most definitely not reserved for beauty queens, or cartoon princesses, or anyone other than everyone. Including one generous gent. Actually, two.
Love and pain will find us all, like a million Waldos befuddled under striped hats. Love and pain will make us turn around and face ourselves. Will we repudiate or rejoice?
Two days hence, the world will celebrate Easter (as well as the birthday of Tabby’s Place’s venerable veterinarian, Dr. C). It’s always been my favorite holiday, and not primarily because I am an unrepentant fan of the entire oeuvre of Peeps products.
One of the brightest bulbs in my chandelier recently confided that she feels “bewildered, most of the time.” She said this in response to my wreathing her with words of wonder, marveling at her wisdom and her brightness and the ways she swashbuckles situations with light and grace. (As usual, I am a master of […]
While we’re here, we can stand in this unique intersection without looking left and right. While we’re here, we can dump all the crayons on the floor and meet in the playroom beyond black-and-white. While we’re here, we can be here. But it is a choice.
Would you believe me if I told you that you cannot lose? Would you believe the Law Offices of Ralph & S’mores, LLC?
From where I sit, legs dangling off the edge of the world, ready to be caught by 120 strong cats, I can tell you the following with a high measure of confidence: We have had ourselves a capital-M Month.
You, the radiant creature reading these words, may have any number of hats or titles or vocations or stations. You may be a Dunkin’ Donuts manager. You may be the sultan of Brunei. You may be a grandpop. You may sell yellow legal pads. You may be skimming this on your phone between lunch and […]