The sister-hoodie
They’ve had a lifetime of slumber parties. They speak fluent “twin-speak.” And now, Sprite and Fanta are ready to spill the biggest secret of all.
They’ve had a lifetime of slumber parties. They speak fluent “twin-speak.” And now, Sprite and Fanta are ready to spill the biggest secret of all.
You don’t need me to remind you how hard it is to be a person. Especially in winter. Especially this winter. Being a person is excruciating. Being a person is exquisite. But being a Tabby’s Place person means never having to face anything alone. And being a Tabby’s Place cat means taking care of the people who […]
Autumn is in the eyes of the beholder. Is it homework, or cardigans with pockets big enough to carry kittens? Is it decay, or farm stands selling warty gourds with googly eyes? Is it the last belch of the year, or a belated beginning?
Fear and sorrow are jagged boulders, bigger than any one of us. Love is larger than all of us put together. And when love puts us all together, there’s no limit to what — or who — we can lift.
Sometimes hearing from an old friend can remind you just how hard your universe rocks. A simple “how have you been?” can make you realize that the answer is “Blessed…big time.”
I’m not sure who said it first. But somewhere in the last few weeks, several of us foolish human beans have dared to remark, “It’s awfully late in kitten season for us to have no kittens.” Foolish, foolish human beans.