A Dab of Luck?
(Or: How astrology seems to impact the pattern of literature) Let me begin with a disclaimer: I do not buy much into the belief
The joys of a french press
For years, I was one of those people who looked at the glass and steel lines of a French press sitting in the corner
The end of hatred on (our) airwaves?
(Or: Rush Limbaugh should just STFU.) I believe we are witnessing the death of hatred on the public’s airwaves. Let me start by saying
Wal-Mart, you’re still the Devil
A couple of weeks ago, I tweeted that Wal-Mart is the Devil. This morning, the company’s Twitter-monitor replied. Below is the e-mail I sent
Quinn Fabray is dead (Or at least she should be)
Before I go any farther down this particularly dangerous rabbit hole, please understand that I am a huge Gleek. First among my loves on
It really is all George Bush’s fault
Dear Howler Monkey Chorus: The current national debt, totaling some $15.9 trillion dollars, is easy to understand. One third of it, $5.4 trillion, existed
JoePa goes to Jail
Or: Reality Check: 101 Let’s get real, people. Today marks the first day of the of Joe Paterno’s post-college football life. Think about how
Flash fiction?
Here’s a question: what would it take to get you to read a five or six paragraph short story every day? The stories wouldn’t
Papaw’s Typewriter
Papaw’s study is perhaps the most vivid of my childhood memories. Everything about that room — the heavy oak desk, the southeastern window, every surface
An Open Letter to the Bully Tracy Morgan
Or: Why people ignore celebrities, even when they’re right Dear Mr. Morgan, As a huge fan of NBC‘s 30Rock, I’ve grown accustomed to your