Traces beneath faces
Some of us smile like goofy goobers over 70% of the time. Some of us seem sober, somber or serious, but know peace like a river deep within. All of us are more than meets the eye.
Some of us smile like goofy goobers over 70% of the time. Some of us seem sober, somber or serious, but know peace like a river deep within. All of us are more than meets the eye.
When the world opens, will we be open? What if it has to shut again, like a luminous eye that suddenly snaps shut when dust flies in? What if things get better, or worse, or both in different ways? What if…?
Have three little letters ever been so fraught? Think about it. LMK, IMO, IOU, TBD, LOL, ASAP (okay, 4 letters on that one, but bear with me)…
This is no ordinary Memorial Day. But in the quiet, without fireworks and frankfurters and fetes of over 25 humans, we remember.
We’ve missed stuff, kittens. St. Patrick’s Day was the first casualty, but hot on its green heels were Easter, and Mother’s Day, and now sparkly Memorial Day. We must make sure that missing stuff doesn’t mean missing out.
Editor’s note: Oh, kittens. You are in for a feast today, all tri-colored and triumphant. When phenomenal volunteers Cherise and Simon approached me offering to write a guest post on their Tabby’s Place alumna Libby, I jumped up and down like a little girl. I dare you to read their words and not do the […]
The world is shivering. The world is confused. But the world, in all its whacked-out, wobbly, willy-nilly weakness, is also trying to hug us really tight.
It’s time to fess up. As a TV watcher, I’ve always chosen – with exceptions – depth over fluff: Jeopardy! over Wheel of Fortune, Cosmos over Modern Family, and absolutely any program over “Real” anythings of anything, meaning absolute zero tolerance for anything sold as real on TV, be it the world, housewives from anywhere, […]