It’s Grand Central Station around here, what with these trains of thought going through my head. Of course, I’m happy to regale you with a few, so join me at the depot for a spell. We can kick back and I’ll order us some refreshing lemonade, spiked with you-know-what. We can then watch these trains go through my head. Trains of thought, that is.
So, of course you pick up the pace and scramble home, trying desperately to hold on to that thought because it’s got the makings of a fantastic first sentence. You scrunch your eyebrows, trying to concentrate on that thought and lock it into your brain so you’ll remember it perfectly until you get home and can write it down on a piece of paper or on your computer. And all the while you’re saying to yourself:
I’m not one to brag but I have to tell you what joy means to me. My children.
Without them, my life would be incomplete. An unfinished symphony, a dangling participle. A cliffhanger without the final chapter. Or a series finale, much like the one for “The Sopranos,” which ended up being reviled by so many. Continue reading →
Groan. Another year whips by and here am I facing the worst, most torturous time of the year.
For, if ever there was a holiday I can’t stand and would love to see sink into oblivion, it’s New Year’s Eve. I’d be happy to skip it altogether and may even start a petition to do so.
First, its very arrival means the holiday season is coming to a close, and everyone must get back to business—whether it’s a nine to five office job, working as a (terrifying) clown in the circus, or playing a round of golf a la Tiger Woods. Continue reading →
This year we lost some fine talent who will be greatly missed. Which is why I’ve gathered some of them here for one final exchange of ideas or, as I prefer to call it, a meeting of the “tangled” minds (Thanks, Steve Allen, for the idea!). So here they are, in their own words. First up, Lauren Bacall. Continue reading →