Old news, new news
Brace yourself. I come to you bearing no new news.
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…and days…and days. Every day brings something a little bit new with it, and lot more same old, same old, same old.
Mother’s Day makes for many, many feelings. Throw a global pandemic into the mix, and we’re all tiny children in a feely field of goo.
We all continue to learn how to navigate the uncharted waters of this pandemic. We are at the place in this unprecedented time where we now start to look to the future.
There are certain phrases that have been, shall we say, loved to death in recent years. “On point.” “Low-hanging fruit.” “Existential crisis.” “On the margins.”
Today’s blog post is sponsored by the known unknowns. We tried to get a sponsorship from the unknown unknowns, but they never responded.
Day 43, and I finally gave in… …to my spouse’s requests, fidgetiness, a touch of boredom… …and baked my first COVID-cake.
Did you notice that we totally skipped our monthly Epilogues post for March? No? Me neither, apparently.
So you’re scared. I have good news, whether or not you want to hear it: you are not scared to death.
It’s been said that generosity has the power to unite and heal communities in good times and bad. Generosity is what Tabby’s Place is built on—the generosity of our donors, our volunteers, our board, our staff and our extended community.