Furred words
Quick: tell me your favorite words of all time. I’ll go first: Beloved. Ubiquitous. Delightful. Ginormous. Luminous. Irrevocable. Mine all happen to describe cats.
Quick: tell me your favorite words of all time. I’ll go first: Beloved. Ubiquitous. Delightful. Ginormous. Luminous. Irrevocable. Mine all happen to describe cats.
When I was in high school, all of my best friends were boys. Each January, I prevailed upon them to join my “Banish Winter Campaign,” which entailed wearing our brightest possible colors every Friday. In my case, this was a ghastly glorious rainbow; in theirs, T-shirts in various shades of olive green, frequently bearing the […]
Intakes are good: Cats. Breath. One another’s faces and voices and real, physical presences and essences. But in times like these, intakes can take us by surprise and take command of our trembling hearts.
Forget fog. Spring “comes in on little cat feet” (thanks anyway, Carl Sandburg). Yet, even as it does, winter blows its harsh last gasps, roaring its frustration as it is forced to abdicate in favor of its gentler relative.
The rains in Mozambique have been relentless. The cyclones seem to have a crush on Madagascar. But here in Ringoes, NJ, things are fine and dry.
Maybe you were kind of a recluse before All Of This. (Maybe “kind of” is kind of an understatement.) Maybe you’re scared to death to admit you’re scared to death of everything returning to pre-All Of This. Maybe there are things you’ve learned to love about a global pandemic. It’s all OK. In fact, it’s […]
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.
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.