My son got married late Saturday afternoon. I’m writing this beforehand. Depending on what Trump does, I’ll tell you about the wedding next week. He and his bride have been...
In honor of Valentines Day, I will try to avoid the politics this week. Let’s talk about soul-crushing depression instead. It’s in my DNA to hate this time of year....
I’m exhausted. Trump has only been president* (someone who lost the popular vote and had help from a foreign government requires an asterisk) for two weeks, and already, there are...
Baby boomers can be really obnoxious. I mention this because I’m a baby boomer, and I’m probably about to be more than a little bit obnoxious. Boomers have been through...
Do you ever get sick of listening to your internal monologue? It’s like listening to yourself talk, without the excitement and variety of other people. My internal monologue sounds a...
Gossip is fun! The best gossip is about people I know, something that is difficult to hear now that I don’t work in an office. The next best gossip is...
Language changes over time. When I was a girl, the word “like” was used as a verb only to indicate that the subject of a sentence had warm feelings towards...
It is that time of year when my loathing of dark winter days runs right into holiday advertising. I could go all Scrooge on you, but that would just result in...
For some reason, I can’t wake up from the nightmare that is the upcoming Trump regime. He hasn’t even been sworn in yet, and already his supporters feel entitled to...
Because I know you worry, Constant Reader, let me assure you right away that I survived my visit to the Midwest. The few political conversations I had were civil and...
On Monday, I was told to “Get over it.” “It,” in case you are coming out of a two-week coma, is the Electoral College victory of Donald Trump. The people...
Well, that wasn’t any fun at all. Someone on Facebook noted that, walking around Manhattan on the day after the election, people had the same stunned look of despair that...
According to a study, there are almost no mosquitos in Iceland. I mention this because I’m starting to look at real estate prices for properties outside of the United States. ...
Halloween is something of a national holiday in my neighborhood, to the extent that I consider my neighborhood to be a separate political entity. The holiday celebrates the mix of...
In the 1970s, my mother began to refer to herself as “the happy racist.” By this, she didn’t mean that she thought racism was a good thing, or at least...
