When I was asked, as a little girl, what I wanted to do when I grew up, I’m certain I never chirped, “I want to write cat obituaries!” I still don’t. But love bids me otherwise, and here we are again, too soon for another Forever Loved.
Is it any wonder that every culture has a flood story? Of course not! Every aeon or so, there are these SUPER MASSIVE, LANDSCAPE CHANGING FLOODS OF EPIC PROPORTIONS. On a smaller scale, tsunamis and storm surges overwhelm coastal regions, bringing map-update-worthy changes of their own.
“What would be the kindest choice?” The question is attributed to Mr. Rogers, but its answer lived large in Stafford Rosenberg.
We are fast approaching two of the coolest days on the calendar. No, not Mischief Night and Halloween. All Saints and All Souls.
Few among us would say we’ve been having the time of our lives at this particular time in history. But it’s the time we’ve been given — the only one. Isn’t it time we made the best of it? Where has expert timing taken care of you, even now, especially now?
I’ve been thinking about freedom, and not just because of recent holidays (Independence Day, infinite Hamilton happiness, inevitable annual whinefests about Other People’s Fireworks, etc.). I’ve been thinking that I don’t think we always remember what freedom is about. I’ve been thinking that, if I’m gonna be free, I want the freedom of cats. Specifically, […]
This is no ordinary Memorial Day. But in the quiet, without fireworks and frankfurters and fetes of over 25 humans, we remember.
In times of sadness, we search for sweetness. Good to know that sweetness is always searching for us, too.
I had no idea, when I wrote Puzzle’s piece, that last week would be his last. “Here I am!” he cried, triumphant, to the end. “Yet I live!” he sings now, even now.