Confession time, my friends. Yours truly has what might be classifiable as an obsession with big creatures.
A pigeonhole is a nice place to visit, but it’s dangerous business trying to live there. Just ask the cat who is a smidge larger than your average pigeon.
We’re all freshmen here. Anyone who tells you otherwise needs a bigger hug than most.
Working a couple of Saturday morning dishes and laundry shifts recently, I had the opportunity to work side by side with some amazing volunteers, both new and experienced. The experienced ones shared tips for efficiency and the tacit assurance that we older cats can most definitely learn new tricks. Meanwhile, the new ones gave hope […]
They tell me that Shelley can see, at best, “light and shadows.” I tell you that’s more than enough, when the light and shadows are such as they are.
As I type this post, the world is on fire. Afghanistan. Delta. Climate change. The actual, literal fires feasting wickedly on seemingly every continent. The night seems so long.
From Billy Joel’s “Keeping the Faith” to George Michael’s “Faith,” one thing is certain: faith is a very hot topic (well, it was in the 80s, and…extrapolating).
I am aware of at least four definitions of “hurdy gurdy.” (Perhaps you are aware of more. Let’s talk.) A hand-cranked medieval string instrument Madness, chaos, and/or generalized cattywampus, topsy-turvy, hurly-burly bedlam Tabby’s Place (see #2) Life as a mortal being Obviously, all four of these meanings pertain to one Verde Rosenberg.*
It’s October first. And when it comes to ranking the months in awesomeness, I’m here to tell you: it’s October, first.
All too often, the tales we are told, the perspectives we are shown, have their foundation in the dark, in the evils that really bad people do. We read stories, see photos, watch videos that all share a familiar narrative thread: Why are people so awful? There is no good left in the world anymore. […]