For every 50 right-wing roaches who wreak havoc on my nerves, there is only one Eileen, who just three weeks ago sent me her latest care package.
ENOUGH ALREADY WITH MOVIES ABOUT CONFUSED MIDDLE-AGED JOURNALISTS
The next time someone makes a movie that’s specifically about my life, almost line for goddamn line, it would be great if one of you told me ahead of time.
SMALL EYES ON ME
Lucky for me, my bully wasn’t the President of the United States. Because when I was growing up, the people who had that position didn’t use their pulpits to nitpick the perceived flaws of former flames.
SOMETHING POSITIVE (FOR CHANGE)
I have been wanting to share thoughts along these lines for weeks now, but it’s never the right time. Either white supremacists are rumored to be coming into Boston, or President Not-See himself says something insanely hurtful or ignorant. Or both.
DEAR READER: 3/3/2016
Letters from us and you
DEAR READER: 1/21/2016
Letters from us and you.
DEAR READER: 1/14/2016
Letters from us and you.
