I don’t want a lot for Christmas. Christmas. The light of my Douglas fir. The fire in my chestnut-roasting hearth.…
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Simone Biles is a national goddam embarrassment. At first, I wanted to feel empathy for her. To try to understand…
Hello, constituent. I’m Local-Completely-Normal-Not-Weird-At-All-Housewife. Definitely not a robot. So much of human. Look at hair. Even teeth. Hands, too. And…
I sit at my desk, the sun beaming in Across the pasture where I walk My dogs in the afternoon…
I’m so sorry, Ruth Bader Guitarsberg! That’s what I named you the moment your Amazon box arrived. Like RGB, you…
It’s no secret we’ve been extremely divided politically the past four years. We’ve practically been at each other’s throats. Sure,…
After playing “Wellerman” on repeat for the last three weeks, here are some Irish sea shanties my dog has written…
I know I haven’t always been perfect. Over the last four years, I’ve condoned horrible anti-American acts, displayed wildly egregious…
First and foremost, let me apologize for the plethora of mutilated pitbulls and miniature corgis and their families. It’s downright…