Oh no, that’s awful. I’m so sorry. Poor sweet little kitty. You’re good for doing what’s best, but it must be really hard.

As it happens I was just today surfing YouTube for skincare videos, and I enjoyed a few by these dermatologist guys:

Oh no, I’m so sorry. That’s really hard, and I might imagine especially hard during the pandemic when we have such limited contact. Sending you warm, fuzzy thoughts.

Oh my gosh, that sounds stressful. My husband and I are starting to look for our first home, and the market is super crazy. I thought we had it bad: The condo building where we are renting is going through a long process of exterior renovations, and for the next three months we’ll be enjoying the sounds of concrete…

I’m so sorry to hear that. I was so excited for you as you embarked on your adventure to Panama. Well, I can hope for a miracle that he’ll suddenly wake up with a fire under his ass and start acting like an adult, but in lieu of miracles...Take care of yourself—it sounds like you have a plan, and I wish you the best…

If only the real pandemic could inspire people to be like this.

I didn’t own this album, but I had the City of Angels soundtrack on CD (I’ve still never seen the movie, but, well, it had Uninvited and Iris on it). “Angel” helped me through my teenage years. So much anxiety from all of my adolescent worries, stress from school, sometimes tears over an argument with my mom, all buzzi…

I’ve always been slow in catching on to trends...I remember around ‘98 when one of the “popular” (mean) girls in middle school said to me in art class as I walked by, “Are you wearing straight-leg jeans?” I looked down, seeing what were very obviously straight-legged jeans, and said “Yeah?” to which she replied, simply…

Why would you want to cover your lower legs at all?

Maybe I’ve missed something, but she does the Street Fighting?

This isn’t a memory of a specific Valentine’s Day, but it’s something special that was spread over many Valentine’s Days: Ever since I can remember, my dad would give me a Valentine’s Day card each year with a poem he’d written for me. Sometimes a variation of the “Roses are red” quatrain, sometimes a haiku, sometimes…

It was our first Valentine’s Day together, and also our first year living in Honolulu, so we weren’t yet jaded about the popular tourist traps. Since the day fell on a weekend, we decided we’d go to Hanauma Bay. We got in our swim suits, put our beach and snorkel gear in the car and drove east out of the city to…

I’ve had mock mojitos that were nice—with mint, lime, sugar, though I guess they had sparkling water, which has the burping problem. But with still water it could be fine, at least. I don’t know if fresh lime is workable, but even a splash of lime or lemon juice seems acceptable to me. I did theater in high…

I remember hearing on Wait Wait Don’t Tell Me a few months ago something about meetings...[Googles for transcript]:

I came here to say Carrie Fisher, too. Her personality—her wit, her humor, her perspective—made her such a delight to see in any public appearance she made. She was a celebrity who was fun to see as a celebrity out in the world, not just scripted in the movies. And as a huge Star Wars fan, I’d idolized her as Princess…

Oh no, I’m so sorry about your friend. It’s a lovely plant.

I’m so, so sorry. It’s a little over a year since my dad passed away from cancer complications at 67. It’s too young, and it’s so not fair, how it happens to the best people who worked so hard and did everything right and deserved to experience so much more. I can’t imagine how much harder it must have been for him…

Oh no, that’s such a difficult situation. I hope your job and grad program can both be understanding and accommodating so it works out, and you can avoid too much stress. I’m sorry I don’t have the wisdom for solutions or advice, but I can send lots of virtual hugs your way.

I’m so sorry. *Big hugs.* Wishing you love and comfort.

Sorry for your loss.