I’m a lifelong insomniac, and there are certain questions I ask at night. What would it look like if we all really believed we were beloved? Is it possible to perform (enact? commit?) a single shenanigan? Why haven’t Pancake and/or Sammy been adopted yet?
It’s all too redundant to talk about These Terrible Times. But what do you do when your particular times haven’t been particularly terrible?
This snow kitten is 100% ready for cooler weather. The invigorating nip in the air; the burst of colors in shades of gold, bronze, red, yellow, and orange; plaid flannel.
More than ever before, we are hearing from the stridently this or vociferously that crowds. This is clearly right. That is clearly wrong. There can be no in between. This side or that side. If you’re not with me, you’re against me. Life is seldom so clear. Even when it is at its foundation, there […]
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.
When your season arrives, you know. But until then, oh my stars, reality can be one ill-fitting suit.
If you’re reading this blog, you probably don’t need this reminder. But, just in case: never underestimate the wisdom of the cat.
It happens. You smack yourself upside the head every time, but still it happens. And happens. And waits a few years, then happens again.