That Dirty Little Xmas

That Dirty Little Xmas

This time of the year brings mixed feelings. I know what I’m supposed to feel. I know what I’m supposed to do. We all do. We’ve been trained from birth–especially if you’re American: The presents, the music, the the turkey, stuffing, egg...
Thank God for Boredom

Thank God for Boredom

When I was a kid, there was no such a thing called the internet.  Fun, creativity, and imagination were the only thing we knew as organic.  We had to use our minds to have fun.   There were no iPads, no Gameboys, no Nintendos, no portable DVD players to keep us...
On Chapter 45

On Chapter 45

Last year I jumped through hoops of fire to skirt the age question.  I just didn’t want people to know I was 44, because that meant they’d know I’d be 45 next, and then that would just categorize me as old.  I’d be boring, old, uninteresting,...