Losing our marbles
Catching me in the throttling throes of grief, a well meaning person once said, “well, I hope you’re a little less sad each day.” I told her that I earnestly hoped the same. But you know and I know that’s not how sorrow works.
Meteor man
Place your hand on your heart. Place your heart on the line. Find your place in the great symphony of things, and tell me: do you have it all once-and-for-all-ed up? Flash…does not.
Epilogues: February 2022
The world is weeping. Our brothers and sisters are shuddering in subways, crawling across borders, bearing their children and their grandparents and their ragged animals on their backs. Are we supposed to bask in jolly cat happenings at such a time as this?
Redeem the day
We think we need a guarantee. What we get is a friend and a new morning. And then we get to do it all over again.
Let everything teach you to love
Not everything that happens is good. Loss lurches across all of our borders. Stores continue selling high-waisted jeans. Mumford and Sons refuses to make new music. Diagnoses drag us through canyons of mud. But everything that happens has the prefix “Professor,” if only we’ll show up for class.
Washing time
I do not regret to inform you that things are not getting worse. I repeat: the situation is not deteriorating rapidly. Kids these days are not kidnapping all that is good and right. All of us kids are going to be alright.
Enter in
We’ve gone and done it again. By the time you read this post, the odds are we’ll have done it several times. We don’t regret a single one.
Valentitled, part II
There’s a very tiny squirrel with no tail in my local rodent community. Not a nubbin. Not a shnubbin. Not even a tuftlet of a hint of a bygone blump. She’s the runt. She’s the weirdo. She’s in a perpetual state of joy. She’s undeniably in charge. We are collectively, irrevocably, exuberantly in love with […]
Valentitled, part I
The mailboxes at my condo complex are being replaced due to the fact that they are, and here I quote the venerable Association, “aging and have an inconsistent appearance.” That does not bode well for any of us.
Raise yourself to your full height
There are some secrets that are happy to be shared. For instance: 1) Every single walrus who ever lived, male or female, is named “Grandpapa.” 2) Some cats have a magic button between their ribs that, when scratched, causes their legs to salsa-dance. 3) We are all full royalty, made entirely out of stars.