You are not the last of your kind
If you ever wondered if yours is the last heart that bleeds and sings, often at the same time, be of good cheer: it is not. You have an entire village with hearts shaped like yours. It’s called Tabby’s Place.
Perennial stars
I recently came upon a headline, “What we still don’t know about black holes.” It made me think of perennial questions, and perennial plants, and the smart, short-lived flowers we call cats.
It came upon a midnight Cleo
We may not all affix antlers to our SUVs. We may not all wear neon butterflies in our middle-aged hair. But every living creature wants to be seen. Even Cleopatra.
Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: Mirror Images
Sometimes we leave a place and are happy to have it behind us. Sometimes, though, that means leaving people behind, people we might prefer to keep. Circumstances may make it difficult to stay in touch, as might location and technical aptitude…or other things. Life in general is often the biggest thing that keeps us from […]
Present yourself
If Wilbur were in fifth grade, he’d be the kid who responded to roll call not with the standard “here,” but always: “present!” But that’s not because he’s obnoxious. It’s because he’s brilliant.
All kinds of cookies
We’ve been swaddled. We’ve been chomped. And, thanks to two very different sugar plums, we will never be the same.
He went to Jared
There’s tinsel overhead. There’s a Big Mouth Billy Bass with a Santa hat on the wall. Mariah Carey is excitedly reminding us that all she wants for Christmas is us. But there’s no disguising the fact that we’re in a waiting room.
Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: Nixing Normal
As we grow up, our coursework and our cultures can encourage rigidity about many concepts of grammar and, more poignantly, about who people are “supposed to be” and how much we expect everyone and everything to be “normal.”
Full immersion loving
It’s the shortest month of one of the longest years since years began. The hour is late. This is no time for half-measures in love. This is no time for scarcity in hair city.
Forever loved: Adam
If there’s a chill in the air today, don’t blame December. We shiver because a great fire has gone out. A great fire…in the form of one smallish, impish brown tabby.