Out of the pigeonhole
A pigeonhole is a nice place to visit, but it’s dangerous business trying to live there. Just ask the cat who is a smidge larger than your average pigeon.
Neverending specialness
We’re all freshmen here. Anyone who tells you otherwise needs a bigger hug than most.
Guest post: Follow the leader
Working a couple of Saturday morning dishes and laundry shifts recently, I had the opportunity to work side by side with some amazing volunteers, both new and experienced. The experienced ones shared tips for efficiency and the tacit assurance that we older cats can most definitely learn new tricks. Meanwhile, the new ones gave hope […]
A good deal of Shelley
They tell me that Shelley can see, at best, “light and shadows.” I tell you that’s more than enough, when the light and shadows are such as they are.
The wheel
As I type this post, the world is on fire. Afghanistan. Delta. Climate change. The actual, literal fires feasting wickedly on seemingly every continent. The night seems so long.
Guest post: Bono Fide
From Billy Joel’s “Keeping the Faith” to George Michael’s “Faith,” one thing is certain: faith is a very hot topic (well, it was in the 80s, and…extrapolating).
Verde and the hurdy gurdy
I am aware of at least four definitions of “hurdy gurdy.” (Perhaps you are aware of more. Let’s talk.) A hand-cranked medieval string instrument Madness, chaos, and/or generalized cattywampus, topsy-turvy, hurly-burly bedlam Tabby’s Place (see #2) Life as a mortal being Obviously, all four of these meanings pertain to one Verde Rosenberg.*
Epilogues: September 2021
It’s October first. And when it comes to ranking the months in awesomeness, I’m here to tell you: it’s October, first.
Guest post: See the light
All too often, the tales we are told, the perspectives we are shown, have their foundation in the dark, in the evils that really bad people do. We read stories, see photos, watch videos that all share a familiar narrative thread: Why are people so awful? There is no good left in the world anymore. […]
Sunflowered
It started sometime after the pandemic became pedestrian. Circa July 2020, a new, gnawing, unshuttupable hunger took hold. I needed sunflowers.