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I’m super-freaking because our next president might be a bad-tempered, orange-tinted Teletubby who doesn’t have the brains God gave a walrus. Other than that, I’m good.
It’s about fucking time I said this, so here it is, plain and simple, because I am through holding back: I love Rick James! I first met the late Mr. James in a parking lot in Boston. In that summer of 1978, when I thought punk was a joke because…
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When your heart is full of love, you’re nine feet tall
Prince died today. What is happening with this odd year of 2016? David Bowie, Prince, Maurice White, Merle Haggard. Meanwhile, Donald Trump will outlive all of us. A coworker stopped by my office and gave me the news. She was close to tears. She said, “He was my childhood!” Well,…
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Hope is the thing with feathers
Deborah has for many years wielded a white feather boa that she named White Fang. She wore it at dances. She wore it for New Year’s. She wore it to see Lady Gaga. She wore it with Esmerelda and Maybelline, two of her killer party dresses. I won’t say when…
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I love living in the future
When I first encountered email in the workplace, I had coworkers in their 40s and 50s who said, “I hate email!” A generation later, I have a coworker who wasn’t even born then who says, “I hate email!” The people from the past were suspicious of change. My colleague in…
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Lamp unto my feet
Last month’s delivery of the junk my Dad brought home from his voyages with Columbus made me think about flashlights. I have never lacked for flashlights in my adult life because my father was a faithful subscriber to the Flashlight of the Month Club. Dad’s all-purpose emergency plan was to…
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