Light on
Things can get heavy, huh? I’m talking global pandemic blues; tears for our country and world; the continuing crisis shortage of Cherry Zero; and the million million little and large agonies of ordinary life.
Full disclosure
Full disclosure: Bucca is my favorite cat at Tabby’s Place. Full disclosure: last weekend I cried at least four times, and two of them were during the Americana Hour on public radio. Full disclosure: I don’t know about “full disclosure.”
A dingus among us
Should we purchase a crocheted mermaid tail for one or more of our paraplegic cats? Does Guillermo know that he shares a name with at least one delightfully cool individual? Do we want a revolution, a revelation, or just a vat of vanilla ice cream?
Free as Pixie
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, […]
Epilogues: June 2020
We try to keep it real on this blog. That said, if you ever hear me utter the words “I’m keepin’ it real,” please take me gently by the hand and take me to a quiet room where you can apply duct tape to my mouth (preferably glitter duct tape).
The tenderness of this very time
These Difficult Times have had their own strange tenderness. Let’s not lose it when we’re back to…whatever we’re going back to.
Revelations
I must renounce and repudiate one of my earlier statements. I am now convinced that we are, in fact, living out the Book of Revelation.
Second firsts
This maddening time has been greedy for our goods. Whatever your station and situation, COVID-19 has surely reached its gooey fingers into your world to take, and take, and take. But every here and there, those grubby paws have dropped gifts into our laps. And, once we’ve thoroughly disinfected those gifts before bringing them into […]
Heart open, guard down
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?
Curbside
New Jersey is at Level Two. Pennsylvania is sliding from Yellow to Green. The world around us is going from Closed to Curbside.