You can’t know, as they’re happening, which things will have All The Impact upon you. Case in point: in ninth grade French class, something provoked my friend Jay to stand up and cry out, “How am I expected to be victorious under these circumstances?”
I’m a lifelong insomniac, and there are certain questions I ask at night. What would it look like if we all really believed we were beloved? Is it possible to perform (enact? commit?) a single shenanigan? Why haven’t Pancake and/or Sammy been adopted yet?
Fat Tuesday is feeling a little gaunt this year. New Orleans itself has replaced Mardi Gras with something called Yardi Gras, which is well intentioned but sounds like a gimmick for selling patio furniture.
You can lose the sight. You can lose the touch. You can lose what you thought was the entirety of your connection. But you cannot lose your anam cara.
“Blink” is the title of the scariest, creepiest, horriblest, awesomest episode of Doctor Who EVER. (Unlike the magnificent benefactors Tabby’s Place relies on, not all angels are all that great.) “Blink” is the word (sorry, Grease) my friend from Bangkok confused with “wink.” Whenever she suggested we go to The Winking Lizard for wings, she’d […]
Cats can move faster than we can, physically. Cats can’t understand why we move so fast, mentally.
We are not in control.* We are not as powerful as cats. But we are not entirely helpless.
I had one vacation day left. I really needed a vacation, but this just couldn’t cut it.
All twelve days of Christmas are long over. It is still winter. Much is over; much is yet to come.
Oh, Honey. You were ready for things to be permanently different. But here you are in 2021, still waiting.