The fighting spirit prize
It’s a good thing that multiple rikishi can receive the same prize during a single basho. I know you feel the same way.
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It’s a good thing that multiple rikishi can receive the same prize during a single basho. I know you feel the same way.
We live in a time when it’s utterly unremarkable, coolly commonplace, to scroll past headlines like “How Hatred Came To Dominate American Politics” and “A Caterpillar With Vomit-Inducing Poison Fur Is Taking Over Virginia.” I think we’d best get cookin’.
There are days when you need to listen to Yo-Yo Ma, and there are days when you need to listen to Lizzo.* There are days when you need to stick to practical purchases like pencils, and days when you need to buy a $12 crystal the size of a grapefruit. Fortunately for you, there are […]
It would not interest you why I was Googling “weird Cajun expressions.” True fact: this was related to a certain Executive Director of my acquaintance who shall remain unnamed to protect the strange, but whose name rhymes with “Ronathan.”
I’m here to tell you that your tardiness is no problem. It’s OK to miss the tidal wave of a trend. It’s OK to take your time. It’s OK to be late to the party, as long as you party with us whenever you get here.
In times of tumult, we need brave, tender leadership. We need a face full of light, a heart full of love, and a strong, sturdy spine that remembers how to dance. We need (so very much) humility. We need someone less like an emperor and more like a Town Councilman.*
Full disclosure: Bucca is my favorite cat at Tabby’s Place. Full disclosure: last weekend I cried at least four times, and two of them were during the Americana Hour on public radio. Full disclosure: I don’t know about “full disclosure.”
We are remarkable creatures, you and me. That’s not only because we’re exceptionally good-looking and sweet-smelling and love cats more than air. It’s because we’re human beans.
It has befallen us. This is not a drill. We simultaneously have a Puddin’ and a Dumpling.