A Gift of Flowers It might have been tulips. I think they were yellow. A smiling man handed them to a woman in a crowded bomb shelter.I saw the picture over the shoulder of some talking head on my screen. Thousands of miles away in my bedroom I’m thinking of these stories I’ve been writing…
Month: April 2022
Sunday Summary
It’s already the middle of April–and ever since I had to memorize part of the prologue for school, April always brings thoughts of Canterbury Tales and the new adventures spring might bring. At least adventures for some people. Perhaps you’ll find adventures to take your mind on in the fantastic stories we bring you each…
Passover (Caturday Questions)
It’s Passover, and Human-Mom is praying to God that how some day she will be set free from the tyranny of her feline tormentors always sitting on her forearms and swishing her face with their tails while she’s trying to write. They’re cute, though, so she has mixed feelings. Passover as Twice-Told Tale Little Cat…
Passover and More (Watch/Listen/Read)
Erika Writes: Passover Prep Preparation for Passover has been underway here, which has meant finding an even more careful balance between doing what needs to be done and resting enough. Sure, I can rest once the holiday begins, but who wants to celebrate a holiday when you’re already feeling worn out. Especially one celebrating freedom–something…
The World is Big. Keep Going, Son.
In our first delivery we find Stuart with Aleena soon after their marriage, in their beachside house together, sharing breakfast after a night of lovemaking. We get the sense they are living a life of privilege and of exploring affirmative mind-states. Since that opening delivery we jumped back in time to dig around in Stuart’s…
Another Thor Story
It’s been less than a week since I returned from India. In five days, I should have been accosted at least three times by a tiny person with huge dark eyes. He should have hit me with his tiny fists and insisted: “Tell one Thor story!” I am referring of course to my nephew, Dr….
Kissing Rosalyn
When I was a teenager, I spent several summers at a Montessori-inspired hippie socialist utopian creative-and-performing arts camp. The eight weeks I spent at camp were a respite from trying to contort myself to fit in enough during the rest of the school year. Camp was a place to be myself. It was a place…
Sunday Summary
We’re experiencing an unusually cool few days here (outside Orlando), so it’s a nice time to catch up on what the 2 Rules contributors have shared this week. We published our most widely read piece so far–you’ll have to keep reading to find out which one it was. It’s also been nice to check out…
Textures (Caturday Questions)
Florida is not known for its winters, but Human-Mom did take to wearing her long sleeves when those nights started getting a bit chilly. Big Cat likes the feel of cotton under his paws. But Little Cat maintains he likes nuzzling against the bare forearm a bit better. The cats love their textures. Actually your…
Hamnet and other Projects (Watch/Listen/Read)
Erika Writes: If this were Caturday, I might be writing something about being pinned down by cats and discussing with them why our 30 Days, 30 Poems selections have not yet included any poems about cats. Especially when there are so many excellent poems about cats. But it’s not Caturday. Regardless, I’m still pinned down…