deep thoughts

Life’s protest

We talk about Life more than usual this time of year. Perhaps it’s because we need it so desperately, weary of brown fields and whipping cold. Maybe it’s because Life itself starts getting fidgety and feisty around us, little yellow buds singing protest songs at a grim sky.

House of Splenda

Departures can catch us off guard. Just when you’re sure you’re 100% happy and 0% sad about a cat’s adoption, you’ve got the wild weepies. Just when you’re convinced you’re “not one of those people” who gets sad over celebrity deaths, you’re snuffling your way through Frasier reruns.