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.
Growing up, there were many things I took for granted. The best music groups were playing rock and roll or New Wave or were either Michael Jackson or Prince; TV dinners were still a thing that everybody ate and nobody understood (what was that dessert thing? Was it supposed to be cherry cobbler?); Harrison Ford […]
Would you believe me if I told you that you cannot lose? Would you believe the Law Offices of Ralph & S’mores, LLC?
From where I sit, legs dangling off the edge of the world, ready to be caught by 120 strong cats, I can tell you the following with a high measure of confidence: We have had ourselves a capital-M Month.
We’re at that time of year when weight obsession — following the glut of year-end and start of the year festivities — has wasted away to practically nothing. We’re on the cusp of the time of the year when the full girth of weight obsession will begin again, as we move past thinking of warming […]
You, the radiant creature reading these words, may have any number of hats or titles or vocations or stations. You may be a Dunkin’ Donuts manager. You may be the sultan of Brunei. You may be a grandpop. You may sell yellow legal pads. You may be skimming this on your phone between lunch and […]
I want to tell you about two young men. I want to tell you about a world at war. I want to tell you about peace that passes understanding. I want to tell you about the pieces of peace that we’re stitching together, together.