Deniis Miller
By - Allan Ishac

Am I The Only One Who’s Noticed That There Are No Funny Conservative Comedians?

Remember Dennis Miller on SNL? He was funny. Then he drank the red Kool-Aid. Now, painfully unfunny. (Credit: And I am not just talking about SCROTUS45, who never laughs, has zero sense of humor, can’t tell a joke, and when he tries, ALWAYS bombs. The Orange Accident was obviously born without a funny bone. I’m talking about conservative comedians

Stall In Grad
By - Allan Ishac

How To Tell Who’s In The Toilet Stall Next To You Without Peeking At Their Shoes

A brief tutorial on the art of “clandestine commode snooping”   They’re so close, yet so far away. (Photo Credit: No, I’m not a creep. Not totally anyway. And I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one who has strained themselves trying to identify a person in the next stall. It has happened to you, right? You’re minding your

Donnie & His Sis
By - Allan Ishac

Am I The Only One Who Wants To Know What The President’s Sister — A Respected Federal Judge — Thinks Of Her Racist, Sexist, Boneheaded Brother?

(Photo Credit: Are you aware that our failing president has a successful, Ivy-League educated sister, who is also a highly-regarded federal court judge? We all know by now that the rest of the Trump family is a bunch of boobs, bimbos, losers, locos, and lightweights. But then there’s Maryanne Trump Barry, a lawyer and retired federal court judge, who

ponies in the woods
By - Allan Ishac

Am I The Only One Who Grew Up Thinking That Camp David Had Counselors And An Arts And Crafts Cabin?

See there were ponies, and woods, and dirt trails! (Photo Credit: I can’t tell you how many times I heard as a kid that the president and his family were going to Camp David for the weekend and I wondered if they would be canoeing, making decoupage, or sitting around a campfire roasting marshmallows at night. I didn’t realize

By - Allan Ishac

The Wailing Garden

I have had a fantasy for years of creating a small, outdoor sanctuary—a simple, lovingly tended garden—that would be a place to break down. I love the idea of a refuge filled with living, quiet things that won’t judge, won’t interfere, and won’t try to make it better … but will just absorb the melancholy and consume the despondency without

By - Allan Ishac

To The Front

I have an observation: virtually no one wants to sit in the front row. Doesn’t matter whether it’s a class, a meeting, a presentation, or a workshop, people will pack the back but avoid the first three rows as if the seat cushions were soaked in bio-toxins. Until a decade ago, I was one of those following the crowd to

By - Allan Ishac

The Creativity Squashers

I’ve been rereading (for about the twentieth time) one of my favorite books on the pitfalls  of writing, IF YOU WANT TO WRITE, by Brenda Ueland. This gem of a book was published in 1938, but every word is as relevant and inspiring today as they were then, and they’ll be just as powerful in 2038. That’s because Brenda tells