How can you possibly write an obituary for a stranger? Only when they’re a friend.
The pumpkins are fat. The skeletons are thin. The cats’ patience is wearing thinner. The cats are wearing clothes.
When you are full of light, you are not afraid to fall. When you are Photini, you are not afraid, full stop.
October holds our hand so we’re not too scared to walk into the cold. She blesses the dark with orange and gold. She Halloweens us. She presses our trembling fingers into November’s paw, a knot of Saints and Souls. And in November, we remember: we are always living in Times Like These.
Since the Quinn’s Corner expansion has led to a very necessary increase in the volunteer population at Tabby’s Place, it has been recognized that many of us volunteers have few opportunities to get to know each other well. There are special events, but there needed to be more ways to bring this ever-growing, changing group […]
Let Farmer Biff dominate the County’s Largest Gourd contest. Let Gramma Aldene boast the prize pumpkin. Tabby’s Place claims true victory: fullest Flower.
Let the woolly caterpillar shimmy like a sweater-sock. Give the stink bug his noxious due. Just don’t call the lady an insect.
She was bent out of shape. She had missed the Barbie movie, the ice cream man, and every atom of August’s awesome. Her pockets were hairy but otherwise empty. She would still fly first class.
Home can be so many things. It can be the place where you grew up, or the place where you live now. Home can be your favorite person, or even just the feeling you get when you hear a certain song. It can be all of those things at once, too. Some homes are transitional. […]