One of the big problems with America is the deep fear certain people have: somebody somewhere is getting something for free they shouldn’t be entitled to. “Sorry about the slow service. Nobody wants to work any more. The government’s paying… Continue Reading
We made it. We survived 2020. Remember this time last year, and the novelty of that clever sounding 2020? Remember how blissfully innocent we were, unaware of the pandemic train heading our way that would soon derail life as we… Continue Reading
In light of the suicides of Kate Spade and Anthony Bourdain: Most people would rather discuss their heroin addiction than their depression. No one wants to say, “I have a mental illness.” Well, I have had skin cancer and cluster… Continue Reading
Many of you know this story, so bear with me as I share this with those who’ve not heard it lately. Like a mother who likes to retell the story of the day her child was born on his birthday,… Continue Reading
Oh God, Thy sea is so great and my boat is so small No one has to look far to find where the sea has swamped the boat. From a recently widowed neighbor to earthquake victims in Mexico to millions… Continue Reading
“I didn’t feel the lump.” So wrote Patti McCarthy on January 1, 2013. “I was called back for a second mammogram. I like to look at a tech’s face to see if I need to worry. But cancer never entered… Continue Reading
My curmudgeon credentials are impeccable. When I was a small child, my mother occasionally called me Hard-Hearted Hannah (I don’t remember exactly why, but it was probably deserved). In my early 20s, I worked with a woman who sighed, “So… Continue Reading
Robert Brown had been organizing the Redding March for Science for a week. “It’s a lot of work,” he laughed, but added that it was wildly successful, estimating the marchers totaled around 400. Hosted by the Whole Earth and Watershed… Continue Reading
One of the happier aspects of the internet is meeting people. (No, not stalkers and such.) I mean people you’d probably never meet otherwise, people you like and become friends with. You might share an interest in restoring old Buicks,… Continue Reading
I’ve been a little depressed since November 9, like drink-gin-straight-out-of-the-cat-dish depressed, and also a little angry. More than a little angry, actually. I had a fantasy in which modern-day Edward R. Murrows and Joseph N. Welchs arose and put a… Continue Reading
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