Falling on my ass … ad infinitum
Not too long ago, I had an interaction with someone that, well, didn’t break my heart exactly, but definitely left me wondering just how much
A man fan
I’ve never been a sports fanatic, but I’ve always been a big fan of men, especially men who play sports. When I was little, I
The happy hangover — the final Inauguration/Inebriation post
I spent Inauguration Day glued to my television, working only intermittently on the client work piled up on my desk and in my Outlook e-box.
Sarasota’s real rich
This column first appeared in print in 2006. ———————— I know some really rich people here in Sarasota. George, for example. (That’s his nom de
My pledge … want to join me?
A year ago, I saw Jane Goodall speak at the Town Hall Series. Since that lecture, delivered in a no-nonsense manner, woke me up, I’ve
Lessons learned on loving the Earth
This column appeared in print in April 2007. I support the World Wildlife Fund, avoid animal-tested products. There’s no SUV in my driveway, and I’ve
An Obama high
Pretty much all day — I’ve been on an Obama high. Well, actually, that’s not accurate. I’ve been on an American high. Wicked proud of
Less than six degrees of separation between MC and Obama
Hey — did you know that there are less than six degrees separating me and our new U.S. President?
Last night of being Bush-wacked!
I couldn’t stay home tonight, on this last night of being Bush-wacked for eight long years, so I put on my Obama earrings and headed
The eve of inebriation … um … inauguration
Okay, I admit it. I officially cannot work because I’m too excited about tomorrow. I know, I know. The world isn’t going to magically right
Just a little augmentating of assets!
After today, guess I won’t have too much to say, write, or dredge up from the past about the Bush Administration, huh? Well, so, here’s
That slop-jawed, Birkenstock-wearing Reality Chick!
Back in the day (was it really less than a year ago?!) when I had my Reality Chick column appearing each week in print, I
G.W.’s swan song
With apologies to Don McLean (for abusing his fabulous, near-perfection lyrics to Everybody Loves Me Baby from American Pie collection). Fortune had me well in
All night blues
All Night Blues I’ve heard his voice, roughed up by the lyrics of living, sung out and sweating between sets; taking a smoke and slugging
A little local color … in a Wonder-bread town
This column originally published in 2006. ——————————- I keep getting asked to write less about national issues and more about local goings-on. Local “color” it’s