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Melanie Jackson
@mjjaxn.bsky.social
Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free... and look at cats. Author of Chloe Boston, Butterscotch Jones and Miss Henry mysteries, artist and animal lover. Not a fan of DM. No Crypto.
‘A cat's got her own opinion of human beings. She don't say much, but you can tell enough to make you anxious not to hear the whole of it.’--Jerome K. Jerome
November 25, 2025 at 4:21 PM
"There's just something beautiful about walking on snow that nobody else has walked on. It makes you believe you're special." ~ Carol Rifka Brunt
November 25, 2025 at 4:20 PM
Cat, if you go outdoors, you must walk in the snow.
You will come back with little white shoes on your feet,
little white shoes of snow that have heels of sleet.
Stay by the fire, my Cat. Lie still, do not go.
Stay with me, Cat. Outdoors the wild winds blow.
E Coatsworth
November 25, 2025 at 4:18 PM
It is snow to be shoveled, to make driving even worse than usual, snow to be joked about and cursed at, but unless the child in you is entirely dead, it is snow, too, that can make the heart beat faster when it catches you by surprise.
― Frederick Buechner
November 25, 2025 at 4:17 PM
Christmas makes me happy no matter what time of year it comes around.
-Bryan White
November 25, 2025 at 4:16 PM
"Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard." ~ Anne Sexton
November 25, 2025 at 4:15 PM
"Do not lose your enthusiasm. In its Greek etymology, the word enthusiasm means, "God in us."" ~ Ken Burns
November 25, 2025 at 4:13 PM
Men thin away to insignificance and oblivion quite as often by not making the most of good spirits when they have them as by lacking good spirits when they are indispensable.
-Thomas Hardy
November 25, 2025 at 12:41 PM
'Skiing combines outdoor fun with knocking down trees with your face.' -Dave Barry
November 25, 2025 at 12:37 PM
First the napkins are placed on our laps;
Now the prayer for the meal to be blessed,
Then we stuff the good food in our tummies,
And we hope for it all to digest!
-Joanna Fuchs
November 25, 2025 at 12:35 PM
Happiness is itself a kind of gratitude.
-Happy birthday, Joseph Wood Krutch
November 25, 2025 at 12:32 PM
Our dry logs have in them all the circumstance necessary to a conversation of four or five hours, with chestnuts on the plate and a jug of wine between the legs. Yes, let us love winter, for it is the spring of genius. ~Pietro Aretino
November 25, 2025 at 12:30 PM
We walk on starry fields of white
And do not see the daisies;
For blessings common in our sight
We rarely offer praises.
-Ella Wheeler Wilcox
November 25, 2025 at 12:27 PM
"Life is a journey, not a destination. Happiness is not "there" but here, not "tomorrow" but today." ~ Sidney Greenberg
November 25, 2025 at 12:25 PM
The original Mud Bowl: Toronto Argonauts-Winnipeg Blue Bombers at Varsity Stadium in Toronto - November 25, 1950.
November 25, 2025 at 12:23 PM
"Families don't have to match. You don't have to look like someone else to love them." ~ Leigh Anne Tuohy
November 25, 2025 at 12:22 PM
"Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life." ~ Omar Khayyam
November 25, 2025 at 12:13 PM
Let us be thankful for the loyal hand
That love held out in welcome to our own,
When love and only love could understand
The need of touches we had never known.
-James Whitconb Riley
November 25, 2025 at 12:09 PM
“It was the beginning of the greatest Christmas ever. Little food. No presents. But there was a snowman in their basement.”
–Markus Zusak
November 25, 2025 at 12:07 PM
"The best thing about candy is that it can't be spoiled by the adult world. Candy is innocent." ~ Rosecrans Baldwin
November 25, 2025 at 11:57 AM
Some of these vintage cards are sooo disturbing...
November 25, 2025 at 11:56 AM
"A balanced diet is a cookie in each hand." ~ Barbara Johnson
November 25, 2025 at 11:54 AM
"Mornings belong to whatever is new; the current composition. Afternoons are for naps and letters." ~ Stephen King
November 25, 2025 at 11:53 AM
When it's Christmas man is bigger
& is better in his part;
He is keener for the service
that is prompted by the heart.
Then for others he is toiling and
somehow it seems to me
That at Christmas he is almost
what God wanted him to be.
-Edgar Guest
November 25, 2025 at 11:53 AM
I know what I really want for Christmas.
I want my childhood back.
It is about a child of longago&faraway&about the child of now. In you and me. Waiting behind the door of our hearts for something wonderful to happen. A child who is impractical, unrealistic, simpleminded&vulnerable to joy.―RFulghum
November 25, 2025 at 11:47 AM