Fridays are spectacular. Full stop. No arguments. On Fridays, we get to wrap up the week. On Fridays, we get to start looking toward the weekend. Even for those who work on the weekend, there is a shift in the weekly rhythm. Mondays through Thursdays, the world plays one song. Saturdays and Sundays, songs and […]
When my beloved snow angel cat died, I grasped at plush through the fog. Specifically, I found myself bringing home a very large stuffed lion from the grocery store. Like my Pippa, it would sleep in my arms and catch my tears in its fur. Like my Pippa, it would be approximately six pounds of […]
Let the record show that 120 cats and one Development Director have a violent loathing for the song “At Seventeen.” Love is most definitely not reserved for beauty queens, or cartoon princesses, or anyone other than everyone. Including one generous gent. Actually, two.
We all have those things that we carry with us daily. Some of them are physical, like cell phones, house keys, and lip balm (there is no such thing as too much lip balm). Other things we carry are far lighter, because they aren’t things at all. They are ideas. Although they are lighter, ideas […]
Love and pain will find us all, like a million Waldos befuddled under striped hats. Love and pain will make us turn around and face ourselves. Will we repudiate or rejoice?
Two days hence, the world will celebrate Easter (as well as the birthday of Tabby’s Place’s venerable veterinarian, Dr. C). It’s always been my favorite holiday, and not primarily because I am an unrepentant fan of the entire oeuvre of Peeps products.
Peanut butter and jelly might just be passe. No judgment here if that’s your comfort food nod to your youth – prior, current, or continuing. Enjoy your jammy jawfuls. However, I have it on good authority that peanut butter and fluff, a.k.a. fluffernutter, is de rigueur (I will neither confirm nor deny an ever so […]
One of the brightest bulbs in my chandelier recently confided that she feels “bewildered, most of the time.” She said this in response to my wreathing her with words of wonder, marveling at her wisdom and her brightness and the ways she swashbuckles situations with light and grace. (As usual, I am a master of […]
While we’re here, we can stand in this unique intersection without looking left and right. While we’re here, we can dump all the crayons on the floor and meet in the playroom beyond black-and-white. While we’re here, we can be here. But it is a choice.