Obama’s Term of Endearment Leaves Bitter Aftertaste
Here’s the truth: I’m sweet on Barack Obama, and the man can call me whatever he wants as long as he doesn’t let that war-mongering glad-hander into our White House.
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Mothering the Mothers
At the sinks, a trio of women recline side-by-side, eyes closed in seeming ecstasy as their locks are lovingly lathered.
Bawling for Dollars
Iknow some stuff. Cool stuff. Man stuff. Like how to hook up jumper cables and spackle drywall and calculate the volume of a sphere.
A Croc of Shoe
Crocs. They’re a sham at the end of your shin. A prank below your ankles. A fraud perpetrated on the feet of fools.
How to Handle the Brave New World of i, X, IM, and Wii
As parents, especially, the threats of the Digital Age can scare you stupid.
Spring Cleaning
And other lies meant to torture us.
Paradise Found
We were headed to Paradise. But we wound up in Boca instead.
Thank You, Officer. No Really.
How a speeding ticket became a bright yellow metaphor-and much-needed wake-up call-for the reckless pace of my life
I’m Virtually Popular!
My coworkers must really love me.
Spork It Over
Starshine heeds the experts advice and visits her fourth- grader’s school to taste what’s being served.