Remember Dennis Miller on SNL? He was funny. Then he drank the red Kool-Aid. Now, painfully unfunny. (Credit: nydailynews.com) 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
(Photo Credit: washingtonpost.com) 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
See there were ponies, and woods, and dirt trails! (Photo Credit: aboutcampdavid.blogspot.com) 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
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
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
