There are many things to which we should abandon ourselves: fearless affection; the song “When Love Comes To Town” (and everything B.B. King has ever touched); the breathless wave of wonder when a hawk flies directly overhead; the primeval urge to shpritz Reddi-Wip directly into one’s mouth. But we must never make the fatal error […]
We all look inward and judge our coping abilities or our successes…or failures. We, as a rule, are pretty harsh critics when it comes to ourselves. We bandy about words like shattered, scattered, broken, and unbearable as if they aren’t sharply pointed. Drowning and overwhelmed get tossed about too, as do phrases like, “I can’t […]
Abandon all fear of abandonment, ye who enter Tabby’s Place. You might want to double up on the absurdity and audacity, but taking “all fear of abandonment” out of your knapsack should make extra room for those, as well as liverwurst, which you will also need.
Recently, while on a dishes and laundry shift, two teenage volunteers were talking about something far beyond me: a group of pop culture icons and something the icons collectively didn’t do, then one of them did or didn’t do something else. I dunno. The important thing is the group experienced some change over time, and […]
I once believed in straight roads and straight lines and straightforward stories. Then I realized I want friends and love and life in my life.
It’s not an election year (saints and angels be praised), but we’re always at an inflection point. Will we draw angry chalk lines on our driveways like petulant children, or will we remember that there’s no such thing as “them”?
We of the humanoid persuasion have a big thing going on with barriers. From thresholds across which brides were awkwardly (and riskily) schlepped, to glass ceilings, and garden walls, we love boundaries. At least, we love physical boundaries.
You aren’t seeing things. There are, as Paul Simon sang, angels in the architecture, especially right now. Gigantic garish gold Styrofoam angels at Macy’s. Skies of heavenly hosts, over mangers and strangers, under trees and eaves. Angels festooning the firmament of your own soul. Every December, without fail, they sing a little louder than usual.
In this life, there are good things that everyone agrees are good (pajamas, Stanley Tucci). There are good things that some good people believe are bad (candy corn, the 2012 Les Misérables). Such persons are still good, despite being wrong. There are ambiguous things that good and bad people can fight about for a good […]