I remember standing in the middle of a bustling downtown plaza last autumn, clutching a lukewarm latte and feeling more isolated than a single lamb [Read More…]
The other morning, while I was out in the garden arranging some flat river stones into the shape of a sleeping tabby, I found myself [Read More…]
I was sitting out on the porch yesterday, trying to arrange some dried maple leaves into the shape of a sleeping tabby, when a stray [Read More…]
The other morning, I was out in the garden trying to arrange some smooth river stones into the shape of a sleeping tabby—a little project [Read More…]
I was sitting on my porch yesterday, trying to arrange some fallen maple leaves into a little fox shape, when Barnaby—a scruffy tabby I’ve affectionately [Read More…]
I was sitting on my porch yesterday, watching a little tabby I’ve named Louis Pasteur (he’s quite the distinguished fellow, despite his penchant for chasing [Read More…]
I was sitting out on the porch this morning, watching little Barnaby—a scruffy tabby I’ve named after the legendary Dr. Budge—try to hunt a particularly [Read More…]
I was sitting on my porch the other evening, trying to enjoy a quiet moment with Barnaby—a sweet, scruffy tabby I’ve named after the legendary [Read More…]
I was sitting on my porch the other evening, trying to finish a little leaf-mosaic of a tabby I’ve named Louis Pasteur, when I realized [Read More…]
I was out in the garden this morning, trying to arrange some smooth river stones into the shape of a sleeping tabby, when my phone [Read More…]
