Sweet on strength
You were once named for stockings, but your gifts were too big to stuff. You were once known for syrup, but your strength has a side of salt.
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In my head, the song Let It Be by The Beatles is subtitled Paul’s Mom, or All the Moms. It is – or should be – the role of moms to speak words of wisdom to their offspring, in their own language or by example. This applies to all species, including the mama squirrel I […]
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It is so very good that the universe is so very unfair to us. Perhaps I should let all six-year-olds and cats leave the room before I continue.
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If you read Felis Catus on the regular, you know: we do our Epilogues on the first Friday of the month. That’s Friday as in tomorrow, as in, not today. However, there’s news of Jurassic proportions barreling our way tomorrow. We don’t want to unveil this epic information before it’s officially hatched, though, hence the […]