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November 16th, 2018 [1 Comment]

Safety orange redux

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Someone call the great fashion houses of Paris and Milan.

Functional fashion has had its day. Ours is the age of skin-deep declaration.

We’re not talking tattoos; this is about wearing your essence in every pore. Continue reading » » »

November 14th, 2018 [1 Comment]

Sullivan…ne

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We all have moments when we just aren’t sure who we are: Am I a kindergartner trapped in an adult’s body? Am I a ballerina trapped in a Development Director’s body? Should I be wandering the wide green hills of County Sligo right now?

But sometimes, we know exactly who we are. It’s the dunderheads around us that can’t get us right. Continue reading » » »

November 8th, 2018 [1 Comment]

You were not wrong

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You were not wrong to think that things could change.

You were not wrong to want more than you’d let yourself want before. Continue reading » » »

November 7th, 2018 [1 Comment]

Tara Talk guest post: Herding cats

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How did a whole month go by? It’s a testament to Development Director Angela’s patience that she keeps letting me write here, given how often I tell her that “A Simba update is coming!”, only to lose it in my scattered brain.

All I can say is that time flies when you’re herding cats. Continue reading » » »

November 2nd, 2018 [1 Comment]

Epilogues: October 2018

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November arrives full of “alls.”

Yesterday was All Saints Day. (The cats celebrated themselves appropriately.)

Today is All Souls Day. (The cats snickered “bless your soul” at us inappropriately.)

And tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow, we’re lavished with the luscious “alls” of 125 Tabby’s Place residents in all their muchness. Continue reading » » »

October 31st, 2018 [1 Comment]

The good ship Jack

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I’m a firm believer that your ship has not sailed without you.

If something is vanishing over the horizon, it was not your ship.

If you don’t believe me, I’m afraid you don’t know Jack. Continue reading » » »