Epilogues: April 2022
April, April, you merry little month. You bring us wicker baskets of blossoms, and wry wailing winds to whirl them all away.
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April, April, you merry little month. You bring us wicker baskets of blossoms, and wry wailing winds to whirl them all away.
It’s true that a mind is a terrible thing to waste. It’s true that our 44th Vice President once opined, “What a waste it is to lose one’s mind.”* But in the brain trust that is Tabby’s Place, it’s a matter of considerable debate whether or not one’s mind should be perpetually present.
In this life, there are good things that everyone agrees are good (pajamas, Stanley Tucci). There are good things that some good people believe are bad (candy corn, the 2012 Les Misérables). Such persons are still good, despite being wrong. There are ambiguous things that good and bad people can fight about for a good […]
If witches have “familiars” (cats, toads, bats, senators, etc.), we — whatever we are at Tabby’s Place — have “peculiars.” Halloween has come. Halloween has gone. All Saints and All Souls have made their annual appearance. But holidays are perpetual at the Place called Tabby’s, and we’re rich in treats and tricksters, holy mischief-makers and […]