Comrade in Arms

In case you’re wondering why I haven’t been writing, well let’s just say, I was invited over to someone’s house for dinner.

Yada, yada, yada, five minutes after arriving, without a stinking drink to blame, without an ounce of grace to my name, I fell. Flat on my face. Continue reading

My Player Piano

Of course, you should know that for years I myself played the piano. Quite adept at it, I might add. I swear I could hear my mother weeping whenever I played Chopsticks. “I paid for years of lessons for this?” I’d smile in agreement for I was in bliss. Continue reading

Nice to See You…Now Let’s Eat

I mean, no one brought along a famished Barbie. So you stare down the waiter who placed that bit of nonsense in front of you and declare, “What are we supposed to do–pass the glass around and inhale the bread??” Continue reading

Dear Justin Trudeau, Won’t You Be My President?

It’s election season and I’m obsessed. I want to know what’s going on every moment of every day in the world of politics. I want to know who’s in the lead in the polls and who put their foot in their mouth. And I need to know what that ghostly fellow, Julian Assange is going to do next. WikiLeaks, wiki-shmeeks!

Well, this I can tell you: All this craziness has me thinking of one thing and one thing only:

Why can’t Justin Trudeau be my president? Continue reading