Guest post: Brisket, and chicken, and COVID, oh my
What is going on with this eating thing? I love food, have even been called a foodie, but really, how does virus + murder hornet + social unrest = EAT?
Some days…
…you just need simple goodness. I’m talking ripe strawberries. Turquoise skies. Your favorite, achingly soft T-shirt. The news that Bill and Ted are back and more excellent than ever.
Happy chappies
Public service announcement: Always speak the sweetness. Even if you’re nervous. Especially then.
Epilogues: May 2020
When you were a kid, did you think “getting trapped in quicksand” was something you’d realistically have to worry about throughout your life? Me, too. (Thanks a lot, Saturday morning cartoons.) Turns out we were right…but who knew the quicksand would be metaphorical?
Your Tabby’s Place will come
We’re making it through the pestilence. We survived the murder hornets. Then the locusts came. The weeping cities and burning hearts. And now, as a treat, earthquakes, tropical storms, and, locally, hailstones the size of moons.
Change forward
What shall we be scared of today, kittens? I know, I know! Let’s go with “being changed.”
Sketched
When is a Persian not a Persian? When Persia is now Iran, and besides, she’s Kuwaiti anyway.
Simplify
The world hurts. Our cities are weeping. Pestilence is leaping from land to land. We are entirely too separate from one another.
Traces beneath faces
Some of us smile like goofy goobers over 70% of the time. Some of us seem sober, somber or serious, but know peace like a river deep within. All of us are more than meets the eye.