I am driving in Old Town near the university last night on rutted ice-packed streets in the dark. It’s a busy area where pedestrians and bicyclists rule, where crosswalks zebra-stripe the roads and where police are apt to lie in wait for traffic transgressors. To their credit, in this bike-obsessed town they pull over errant […]
Year: 2013
The Death of Fun and Pineapple
I’m trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey, bloomered and bonneted and petticoated and caped, singing Christmas carols at a nursing home. The assembled residents are far more grateful than we deserve – my quartet of Victorian-clad singers has hired itself out to raise money for the symphonic choir we belong to. It’s the end of […]
Dem Bones, Dem Bones, Dem Dry Bones
. . . Now hear the word of the Lord. Pope Frances dusted off the bones of Saint Peter just lately and hauled them out for public veneration in a cloud of incense, which probably made them smell better. With a similar gesture, Husband just threw applewood chips on the grill beneath our Thanksgiving turkey. […]
Stand By Your Boob
A Porch to Pee On
The pissing contest in Washington has left me with a particularly pointed case of penis envy. Now, I’ve never actually wanted a penis, per se. Women learn early on that those appendages are readily available for loan should one ever be needed. What I envy about the penis is its peeing power – the ability […]