A litany of love
When we are afraid, may we be turned into love. When we are excruciatingly squirrelly, may we be turned into love. When the urge to dance to Pitbull’s song about coronavirus overcomes us,* may we be turned into love.
Guest post: Stir crazy
Am I the only person trapped inside who hasn’t started a sourdough starter? Well, I haven’t.
Forever loved: Splenda
In times of sadness, we search for sweetness. Good to know that sweetness is always searching for us, too.
Unglued
Bruce Springsteen is livestreaming from home today. I wonder how Ronnie is handling all of this. Frozen vegetables are hard to find. I should call my aunt. Grocery store workers never signed up to be society’s heroes, but here we are. I need to go switch the laundry.
Guest post: Paralysis
Tabby’s Place staff and volunteers are very familiar with paralysis, especially partial paralysis. We currently have several paraplegic residents, and we’ve had many others in the past. There will be more.
Holey week
They say things are getting worse. They say things are going to get better, maybe even better than the “better” they said before. But none of them or us has the final say.
Guest post: The darling from Dallas
Editor’s note: I’m thrilled to deliver you another special goodie today. Tabby’s Place’s volunteers have always been astonishing, and their awesomeness is undiminished by distance in this time of quarantine. In the days ahead, you’ll be treated to gorgeous guest posts from phenomenal human beings. And, of course, the inescapable ramblings of one daft Development […]
Keep on strollin’
In this distanced, digital time, scrolling can help. Scrolling can also hurt. But strolling — strolling is always a good idea.