Flame enough
Public service announcement. For the wretched of the earth, there is a flame that never dies.
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Oh, goodness. It has been a spell. The last time I opined about the wonders of wonderfully ancient cats was probably in 2016. Maybe a little later, when I wrote a goodbye love-letter to beautiful Bianca. The point is, it has been a spell. And as we often find with spells, it has been…complicated.
Oh August, sweet little August, you are young yet, and tender. Yet as you grow, we have a request for you. On behalf of every individual of every species on every continent, subcontinent and islet: please be kind.
If any year ever needed a reboot, it’s this one. You all know the litany of improbables and predictables that have descended upon us with a vengeance. It would be great if 2020 were like a game of kickball. If enough of the players yell, “DO-OVER!”, then there’s a do-over. Whatever happened is voided, nullified, […]
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I hope, even in the midst of All These Things, you’re still able to get your Friday on. I wish you feisty joy. I wish you rebellious love. I wish you the Friday frippery of cats and children and saints and sages.
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 […]
It would not interest you why I was Googling “weird Cajun expressions.” True fact: this was related to a certain Executive Director of my acquaintance who shall remain unnamed to protect the strange, but whose name rhymes with “Ronathan.”