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
Bully Nation — hopefully less so after January 20
Exactly a year ago, I wrote the following column — about how our country had devolved, somehow, over the generations, but most noticeably with the
The Americans we once were … and will be again
In May 2007, my disillusionment with George Bush, with the wars, with the apathy of my country, and probably with myself, reached an all-time high.
What kind of American are you?
This column first appeared in 2007. I hope Obama lives up to his campaign speechifying and we, as a nation, can collectively answer this question
A horse is a horse … unless it’s your sister!
Here’s a column I wrote a while back — if you’ve read Sideways in Sarasota, it’s old hat to you, but if not … at
Sheer romance
A couple of years ago I wrote a column about how Sarasota was wooing me. I wrote about falling in love with a city —
Lunar love affair … do NOT miss tonight’s luscious Wolf Moon
I admit it: I’m hopelessly besotted with the moon. The moon, in all its phases, makes me feel safe and secure and loved and a