There is more than one way to tell the truth. Consider how you talk about your personal physique. You could tell people, “I resemble a potato with limbs.” Or, you might say, “I’m a tater.” One story makes you embarrassed. The other (accurately) admits you’re adorable. Chip is here to help you choose wisely.
You can find bushels of of advice on growing wise. But there is really only one way to be Sage.
You have heard all the warnings. “Guard your heart.” “Look before your leap.” “Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.”
If you think about it, Cookie is made of the same ingredients as you. She is the starch of courage and the soft butter of trust. She is the salt of the Earth and the sweetness that outlasts heat. She has been burnt around the edges, but remained warm. She is delicate, but undefeated. She […]
Wee little Winky lives At Tabby’s Place. If you wonder if he’s happy, Just look at his sweet face.
In springtime, kittens are as bountiful as buttercups. But no little bud thinks of itself as “just another flower,” and Slim did not see himself as one among many. As best he could tell, he was the last kitten in the world.
We use so many words, we can’t always hear the music. Meanwhile, Earth speaks in cats and flowers. Sometimes, if we are fortunate, even at the same time.
You can hide them, hunt them, or decorate them. You can dye them, devil them, or fill them with chocolate. But Easter isn’t really about eggs. It is all about the basket.
Early spring is a wriggly thing. It is like a fat neon caterpillar with no symptoms of “butterfly.” It is like the brassy sun that tries too hard and turns into a freeze warning by dusk. It has one paw in the garden of “already,” and one ankle-deep in the slush of “not yet.” In […]