Homage to the doulas
This one’s for the doulas. You know who you are, you late-night ladies.
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Your editrix interjects: Once again, we are honored to welcome volunteer/adopter/invincibly awesome person Tara to draw us deeper into the mysteries of one Simba Rosenberg… …and this time, as a glamorous bonus, one loopy, lovely Leah. Take it away, Tara. – A.H.
A funny thing can happen when you assume love is lacking. You lose your fight — of course you do — but you win everything else. Including one gigantic, glorious black cat.
You’re not that weak. You don’t really need adorable photos to melt you down to goodness. But come Shameless Linda Fund Season, you bet I’m weak enough to resort to that anyway.
There are songs about winter, spring and fall. But there are songs about summer. And that’s no coincidence.
Love sounds sweet and soft. Love wears steel-toed boots. Love is a marvelous, maddening thing.
I sure hope you didn’t reckon on fishin’ this weekend. Sure, it’s flounder season and all. But the weather is wet and woolly, with wee ones more wondrous than all the ocean.
Angela interjects: We — feline, human and otherwise — had hoped that volunteer Tara would write guest blog posts for Sweet Pea for a long, long time. Our hopes were dashed on the sorrow of a too-short life. But Tara’s love of the Tabby’s Place cats lives on, as does her wondrous way with words, […]
The Lounge has changed. The Lounge has not changed. The Lounge is complicated.
The moving of cats is a delicate matter. Perhaps that’s why we decided to do it all at once, to approximately 30,000 cats. Nowhere was our prudence and patience more evident than in the Community Room.