Some things do not make sense. For example: 1) That weird recurring dream in which you’re married to Dan Akroyd; 2) The way I find myself humming “Ode to Joy” when I clean litter boxes; 3) The fact that neither Angus nor Boris has yet been adopted.
It’s freeing to come clean about our smudges and strangeness. For instance: I wear more ruffles than is age-appropriate. I’m looking for a man who is equal parts Pope Francis and Jimmy Fallon. I habitually use more paper towels than required for the task at hand. I find some of the spam we get on […]
Before we forge ahead, let’s address the elephant in the room. Following Tashi‘s death, it feels sacrilegious to just pick up and go on with the business of joy.
There are Christmas miracles: “yes! Home Depot had one last Chia Uncle Si in the back!” Then there are Christmas miracles: “Twilight is home.”
Ohio is known for many things. Buckeyes. “Swing state” status. The Drew Carey Show (Cleveland rocks, you know). And now, the greatest intern in the history of internships. I am honored to hereby hand this blog post over to Antoinette, a sophomore at The Ohio State University, who has spent the past summer working with […]
Good boy. Goooooood boy. You’re my gooboy. Why do we say this to our cats constantly? What makes them so praiseworthy when they’re eating or staring at us or just being happy?
I’ve always thought Thanksgiving is the purest holiday. The cats agree. Our reasons differ.