Happiness. It's relative.
I’m wearing socks made of buffalo fur. This morning, I made beef stew and banana bread and delivered lunch to my friend, Karen, recovering from knee surgery. I’m all Little House on the Prairie over here. I made a pretty dippy protest sign for… Continue Reading “Saved by Buffalo Fur Socks”
When Donald Trump was elected, I decided it was time to be the political commentator I’d wanted to be when I was sixteen. I’ll get a spot on Medium, I thought, and just tear the bastard up with my laser analysis and searing prose.… Continue Reading “Thank You, Donald Trump”
Our dryer broke. So we bought a new one but it was too wide for our 100-year old back door, a fact we knew but forgot, and so we are doing without until we buy a skinnier dryer. Well, we aren’t doing without, my… Continue Reading “Life on the Line”
“He’s a good person,” the man said, pointing back at the West Allis Library where Congressman Jim Sensenbrenner was holding a Town Hall meeting. “He’s a good person and I voted for him.” He paused for a minute. “But you, you’re not good people.” … Continue Reading “Yes, We Are”
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