Kids together
It does matter that you’re still here. It does matter what you do.
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All of them
We are fast approaching two of the coolest days on the calendar. No, not Mischief Night and Halloween. All Saints and All Souls.
Wordless letters
There’s a lot to be said for the power of silence, solitude, and a time apart. But sometimes it’s hard to say the things that silence is teaching us. Far, far better to let someone else sing or purr them into the void where words fall short.
Comfort shopping
With a few notable exceptions (genocide, using the phrase “dad bod,” putting vegan cheese in baked ziti), I’m inclined to agree with John Lennon. Whatever gets you through the night is all right. (It’s all right.)
Y’all need to stop
OK, kittens. I’m afraid I have to be the heavy today. Brace yourselves; they don’t call me Angela The Enforcer for nothing.
Guest post: It’s like moving teeth
Many of you have never seen me. Many more haven’t seen me since March. So, you may not know or have forgotten that I have braces.
Survivor’s guilt
It’s all too redundant to talk about These Terrible Times. But what do you do when your particular times haven’t been particularly terrible?
The fighting spirit prize
It’s a good thing that multiple rikishi can receive the same prize during a single basho. I know you feel the same way.
Burger time
We live in a time when it’s utterly unremarkable, coolly commonplace, to scroll past headlines like “How Hatred Came To Dominate American Politics” and “A Caterpillar With Vomit-Inducing Poison Fur Is Taking Over Virginia.” I think we’d best get cookin’.