Epilogues: February 2016
Strange, sweet little February, we salute you You gave us conversation hearts. (LUV YA. Mean it.) You gave us political heartburn. You gave us Cake by the Ocean.
Requested: Super-duper Tuesday prayers
This is a high-stakes day for our citizenry. Emotions are running high across the realm. Of course, I am talking about the sovereign nation of Tabby’s Place.
Beyond the labyrinth
Being in a maze can be maddening, if you’re a mouse. Being in a maze can be liberating, if you’re a seeker.
The beautiful people
In life and fashion, there are no coincidences. Case in point: our growing horde of glamazons.
Where there’s a Wil
She’s older than an ingenue. She’s plainer than a calico. But if you think this dame’s done, you’ve got a lot to learn about one feline frau.
Lard and ashes
One day, carnival carousing. The next, dust and ashes. Such is the Lenten kickoff dance.
No lobby for old men
So let’s say you’re old — somewhere between Bernie Sanders-old and Brontosaurus-old. Let’s say you’re a little bit decrepit. OK, maybe more than a little. Where are ya gonna live?