I know that I will cry as I write this. Whenever I reflect intimately on the way a soul has enriched my life with their love, I am moved to tears of gratitude. The tears flow even more when I acknowledge that impermanence is inevitable, and it becomes even more bittersweet to love someone so passionately when we operate on the mortal world’s time. This is why we must love intensely, though, and to appreciate the ones who live beside us, while they are still near enough to touch, to embrace.
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This is an ode to Juliet, my cat.
Once upon a time, I came to Earth from another planet.
This is a true story of a slantedly true story.
Time pulls apart like taffy and then is wadded back together into a ball, so my understanding of my childhood timeline distorts with the more distance I gain between then and now. I rely mostly on my instinct alone to place my memories from an era when I never minded time or schedules, and when in doubt, I use my mother as a timekeeper, a guardian of what I could not remember for myself during my youth.
With my gut as a compass, I deem this is a story from my eighth year of life.
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I was not dead: this must be understood. There is a little bit of doubt about whether I was awake or asleep though; I’m still not completely sure whether this was all a dream or reality, but the writing on the wall does not lie. The strangest thing occurred to me last night, which I will now recount to you.
It was New Year’s Eve, an hour before 2020 would dissipate and 2021 materialize, a moment as simple as a single digit changing, yet an immensely anticipated event for cynics all around the globe. 2020 was the year the COVID-19 virus launched its evil plan to take over the world, and its oppressive regime seemed to change the fate of all humanity. Multiple other tragedies compounded on top of this disaster, leading to a worldwide attitude of hatred towards the year 2020. Like many other intelligible citizens, Bryant and I were spending New Year’s Eve at home.
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(Why is it even called A Christmas Carol? Anyway…)
Interested in watching a classic, festive Christmas movie, but you’re not sure which one to go for? If you’re looking to watch a film adaptation of Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol, this blog post is your ultimate guide for which one to watch! This Christmas, we watched and reviewed fourteen different versions of A Christmas Carol so that we could share our findings with the internet.
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It’s not quite the end of the year yet, but I’m going to dedicate this week’s post to reflecting on 2020, which is traditionally my last post of the year (see: “Thanks for 2018!” and “Thanks for 2019!”), but I’m bringing it to you a bit early because I have a few specific blog posts planned for the following weeks. (Also, I kind of just want to get this over with…)
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Five years and two-hundred-sixty-one blog posts ago, a woman declared she was 20. She spoke of magical maturity which a number now granted her: she was twenty, and thus a most credible post-teenager.
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There’s not much pain in this world that can’t be soothed by a good milkshake. Well, actually, that’s the kind of quote you could expect to see on a wooden sign at a “home goods” type store, right next to the sign that says, “Cats are like potato chips—you can never have just one!” In fact, I’m sure there is a good portion of the population for whom having a milkshake would actually contribute quite much to their grief. Namely, anyone who has a lactose intolerance or practices vegan eating habits. But, these groups aside, milkshakes are actually a proven mood stimulant by leading scientists. (Please believe nothing I say here, this is all slanted truth—read: false facts!!)
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Have you ever read a book that speaks directly to the essence of your soul? A book that rips you apart and leaves you wondering how you can continue on with your life in the same way?
The Overstory by Richard Powers did that to me. Maybe it was the peculiar timing of the book in my life, or maybe it was destined, but this novel both wounded and healed me, and perhaps redirected my entire future.
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I wish racism never existed. But it does. So now I have to talk about it.
Because isn’t that the beauty of life? Learning, and growing as a person? Bettering ourselves?
Welcome. I’m glad you’re here. Please read this slowly, and quiet your thoughts. You and I are friends here. Take deep breaths. Unclench your fists, loosen your jaw. Don’t think about counter-arguments while you read my sentences, don’t reply as soon as you read this. Read this twice. But please, just listen. Take another deep breath.
If you take away nothing else from this article, take this: empathy.
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Wolverine T. Cole. The “T” stood for “Trouble.” The “Wolverine” was in reference to his fur’s “W” pattern on his forehead, and his affinity as a kitten for using his claws. And the “Cole” was automatic because he was part of the family.
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