Aren’t We Supposed to Learn from History?
Somehow, inexplicably, I’m still alive. Obviously it’s because I’m meant to return to the activist ways of my youth and go storming the halls of Congress…
Somehow, inexplicably, I’m still alive. Obviously it’s because I’m meant to return to the activist ways of my youth and go storming the halls of Congress…
The great Jane Austen once wrote “A lady’s imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony in a moment.” She…
I’m on the third floor of Barnes and Noble leafing through a novel by Simone de Beauvoir when PSM#3 finally deigns to grace me with his…
Having just written about the degradations of stalking my various love interests over the years, I would like to offer a slight clarification. Stalking, as in…
Two and a half peanut butter-cappuccino brownies later, I’ve figured it out: my blog has gotten boring because my life has gotten boring. I’m gainfully employed…