MC in today’s Sarasota Herald-Trib! Happy Father’s Day!
The Sarasota Herald-Tribune picked up a piece I wrote and is running it in today’s paper. If you pick up a copy, the column, titled
Feeling warm and fuzzy for Father’s Day? Um, not so much.
Somebody asked me today if Father’s Day was difficult for me since I don’t really have one. “Nah,” I replied, “Not really.”
Critters of a different kind
Last weekend, before I came down with some kind of wild and wooly bug, I spent some time out at my Mom’s house out in
All well chez Coolidge
Thanks to the readers who wrote in wondering if everything’s okay in Coolidge Town. Yes, we’re all still alive here and no, we’re not shacked
The day the media died
American Pie is just about the most perfect song ever written or sung. So, it’s with a bit of trepidation that I watched the following
Sarasota firemen rescue MC and her cats!!!
Two kind of drop-dead, gorgeous, sexy, and sweet firemen just left my house. Okay, they left my driveway, but still … it was very close.
I want you to want me
Does anybody besides me remember that song from a gazillion years ago — I want you to want me? I caught the tail end of
Live … from SRQ … it’s County Town Hall live!
Hey — this is really cool. Sarasota County is having a public discussion tonight (Monday) at 6:30 p.m. — it’s going to be a community
Marry free … or move to New Hampshire?
This piece will appear in the June 17th print issue of Creative Loafing, and they’ve already posted it online at their website. Read it here
Sleep intoxication
Sleep Intoxication Inside: I drink my sleep In big waves Of weightless Thirst Random lovers Strap themselves in;
MC Coolidge — Best Blogger … I could get used to the sound of that!
But in the meantime, I’ll have to settle for Best Blogger “Finalist” … and I’ll have to settle for seeing it … not hearing it.
Hunkering down for hurricane season
As we’re already being told ad nauseum, hurricane season is upon us. I’m the first one to admit to being a scaredy-cat when it comes
Nice girls finish fat?* Oh, I’m SO glad I’m a bitch!
After I left my husband and moved into my own apartment, I had a lot of time for navel-gazing. In my first few months alone,
Woulda … coulda … shoulda
Today, if I’d stayed married, I would have been married ten years. But I didn’t. Stay married, that is. The only one of my siblings
My head is an organ for burrowing …
Excuse my borrowing of Thoreau’s words to title this column … but if that isn’t an apt passage for being a writer I’m not sure