Winter is coming to Ringoes, NJ. That means the cats at Tabby’s Place will feel a chill in their solariums.
If CoraLee had fancy porcelain dishes, she would use them for peanut butter sandwiches and Spaghetti-O’s. If CoraLee had an idea for a poem, she would write it immediately, not stockpile it for someday. If CoraLee had confetti, she would throw it all at the party called “today.”
How lucky I am to have had someone who makes saying goodbye so hard. My heart may be shattered (again), but the pain is worth it. She was worth it.
Be advised: Winky is not planning to spruce up for the holidays. He is not available to dress as Santa Claus for your party. He is not going to refrain from politics or share his pie. He will say exactly what he thinks about “kids these days,” your new boyfriend, and Meemaw’s casserole with the […]
She was not polished, but she shone. She was not fancy, only perfect. She went by Silver, but her heart was solid gold.
Today is “Giving Tuesday.” Every nonprofit on Earth will ask you to stand up for something good. But Tabby’s Place challenges you to sit down for someone great.
One day, all the grown-ups are jostling for the chance to hold you. The next, some precious little potato is purring in the palms of their hands. It’s never easy to give up the title, “Baby of the Family.”
Today is the start of Advent, a four-week countdown to Christmas Day. You may remember paper calendars with little doors, yielding chocolate that tasted like old soap but was nevertheless wonderful. It is a season of expectation and anticipation. It is “patience boot camp” for hasty creatures. It comes naturally to heavenly creatures. By whom, […]