There are days when you need to listen to Yo-Yo Ma, and there are days when you need to listen to Lizzo.* There are days when you need to stick to practical purchases like pencils, and days when you need to buy a $12 crystal the size of a grapefruit. Fortunately for you, there are […]
What is going on with this eating thing? I love food, have even been called a foodie, but really, how does virus + murder hornet + social unrest = EAT?
Ever wonder why such a high percentage of Christmas cards show just the wise men? No Nativity; no angels; just three dudes in the desert. Not to knock those madcap magi, but wouldn’t you love a card depicting the sky filled end-to-end with angels? C’mon. ANGELS. AN ENTIRE SKY FILLED WITH ANGELS.
Don’t let commercials about rich people getting Christmas Cadillacs make you cynical. These are, in fact, the days of miracle and wonder. And I’ve got 120 cats to back me up.
Eyes are for seeing. Eyes are for winking. Eyes are for sending us into the sky with swooning.
These are the times that call for parchment and inkwells. These are the hours for which we wait. These are the days of female cats in Suite FIV.
The clocks are changing. The colors are changing. And you and me and 125 cats…we’re changing, too.