It’s still on
Ignore the rumors. The cancellation is a myth. It’s still on.
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Wobbling for peace
It is not all good. It is not all bad. I’m talking about this day, this week, this year, this life we share, like it or not.
Unseen, unlimited, unleashed
It’s in the jokes-in-your-head that no one else hears. (“This new loofah just might be the LOOF OF MY LIFE!”) It’s in the perfect hair days seen only by the Amazon delivery man. (“Lookin’ spiffy, Ma’am.”) But is happiness unshared ergo unreal?
Invincible sanctuaries
Nineteen years. That’s how long it’s been since the invincible towers fell. This grief is two years older than Tabby’s Place itself.
Flame enough
Public service announcement. For the wretched of the earth, there is a flame that never dies.
Artists in obscurity, part II
We humans are hopelessly “gifted” at flinging our own interpretations and insecurities onto the cats. And so we wring our hands over the overlooked.
Artists in obscurity, part I
True fact: you may, someday, be more renowned than Taylor Swift. Equally true fact: you may labor and love in obscurity for all of your days. Most factual fact: either way, you’re in good company.
Unfrivolous joy
I hope, even in the midst of All These Things, you’re still able to get your Friday on. I wish you feisty joy. I wish you rebellious love. I wish you the Friday frippery of cats and children and saints and sages.