My friend Glenn moved into the Development Office this week. My friend Glenn is moving all the furniture in my heart.
Many of us humans enjoy pampering ourselves with hot stone massages and hot tub soaks. We relish mani-pedis, that magnificent manicure-pedicure combination that makes us feel a little more relaxed, a little bit prettier, a little more special, and very much a whole lot of spoiled. Cats disagree: all of them, all of the time.
Curiosity may, in fact, save the cat. And I do not necessarily mean the feline.
We can take “self-deprecating” — humor or otherwise — too far. We can, and we do. Cats can, and they don’t.
You’ve heard their names before. They are sung from the rooftops. They are shouted at all the stadiums, including the Colosseum. Their names ring like bells chiming from all the cathedrals in all the world all at once. One of the Lords of the Lounge is the ultimate love bug of Tabby’s Place, and his […]
Not everything free is worth the price. If someone offers you free advice, a free towel emblazoned with the faces of all five members of N’Sync, or a “free food,” you’d best consult your most trusted advisors. By whom, of course, I mean the Law Offices of Baby, Albus, Cola and Hagrid.
I’m sorry, Charly. I’m sorry you thought you had a handle on life, but it snapped right off the door. I’m sorry that open doors closed. I’m not sorry to see you again.
Our lives are a tightly woven fabric, with the full richness best viewed from a distance and with kind eyes. Our most magnificent works are those done with the greatest cooperation, care, and that kindness that softens even the harshest gaze.
We are all, to a person, noisy. This applies to the introverts and the anchorites no less than the chandelier-swinging celebrants of social butterflication. The question is, what sort of noise will we make?
One of the greatest moments of my life is recreating itself as we speak. No one should be so lucky as to live through this twice. But then, no one could ever deserve the delight of knowing Crinkle Bob.