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Christ…how I love language. When used properly, it’s like a well-honed sword — it cuts both ways. Santorum san-TOR-um n. A frothy mixture of lube and fecal matter that is sometimes the by-product of anal sex. See also: Sen. Rick … Continue reading →

“Nothing stinks like a pile of unpublished writing.” — Sylvia Plath

I was thinking about the following mindless, superficial, conspicuously consumerical topic last night as I was dropping off to asleep: Back when I was a young newlywed (ummm, fuck you…the first time I was a newlywed), I worked as The … Continue reading →

Would somebody PLEASE tell my darling husband that instead of the usual matted, white, lice-infested, fun-fur teddy bear with “True Love” inscribed across his satin stomach, sweetly clutching the plastic rose-scented rose…that this is what I really want for Valentine’s … Continue reading →

Since everyone is posting old(er) pictures of themselves…I feel compelled to join in the merriment. This one is from about 5 years ago — and I post it not because I am necessarily enamored of it…but because it is the … Continue reading →

‘Captain Kangaroo’ Bob Keeshan Dies at 76 QUECHEE, Vt. (Jan. 23) – Bob Keeshan, who gently entertained and educated generations of children as television’s walrus-mustachioed Captain Kangaroo, died Friday at 76. Keeshan died of a long illness, his family said … Continue reading →

Fred McFeely Rogers 1928-2003 Among other astonishing tidbits of wisdom — like, say, a behind-the-scenes look at how crayons are made — Fred Rogers provided me with my very first lesson on how you can totally and completely love someone … Continue reading →

Last night, I proudly wore the following holiday headpiece to a glittering Christmas shin-dig held downtown. A festive time was had by one and all: At one point, a well-meaning society matron — dripping with philanthropy and great-grandmother’s pearls — … Continue reading →

“We are all worms. But, I do believe that I am a glow worm.” –Winston Churchill

3 things which scare me: harm coming to one of my chilluns or sweet husband; the black gelatinous horror that is BushCo; not fully appreciating the exquisite nature of every single fucking moment of my life. 3 things which I … Continue reading →