Having spent a significant portion of my formative years in the 1980s, a lot of my pop culture references are considerably dated. Most are still more or less apropos of any given situation.
There’s a very tiny squirrel with no tail in my local rodent community. Not a nubbin. Not a shnubbin. Not even a tuftlet of a hint of a bygone blump. She’s the runt. She’s the weirdo. She’s in a perpetual state of joy. She’s undeniably in charge. We are collectively, irrevocably, exuberantly in love with […]
As you read this sentence, you’re getting older. Wait, you just did it again. Now you did it again. You can’t stop, and I won’t get in your way. But before we get all our farfalle twisted into bow ties of despair, remember: we’re not alone. The cats are aging, too.
You do it too. I know you do. Don’t feign misunderstanding. Fess up. Every single one of your cats has at least one ridiculous nickname (maybe a ridiculous actual name), and probably several nicknames, in fact. The one on my lap right now outrageously bears the given name of a physicist. Since Higgs hypothesized what […]
All twelve days of Christmas are long over. It is still winter. Much is over; much is yet to come.
My right foot is cold despite my super adorable rainbow sock. It may have something to do with the ice pack (Much obliged, Loki, mistress of the misstep). My left foot is keeping metaphorical company. In short, now is worrying.
As proven by its occasional rhapsodizing about Alan Alda and One Direction, this blog is not generally pinned to the pulse of celebrity news. But this week’s star sorrow demands a response. The world has lost its beloved Black Panther, Chadwick Boseman.
“Give it the old college try.” “Try to see it my way.” “Try, try, try to understand.” “Try a little tenderness.” “If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again.” “These are the times that try men’s souls.” “This is trying my patience.”
Silver linings are of utmost importance right now. Finding the happy and clinging to it is central to self-preservation.
Why do we size each other up so we can nibble each other down to size? Must we dress each other down rather than dress each other up in our love?