by Celia Rivenbark | Oct 15, 2018 | Weekly Column
As we speed through the pumpkin latte swirl that is October, it seems as if everyone is talking about the midterm elections. Everywhere I go, I hear this cheery mantra: “I don’t care how you vote, just make sure you vote in the midterm elections...
by Celia Rivenbark | Oct 8, 2018 | Weekly Column
Like many of you I suspect, Brett Kavanaugh’s recent Supreme Court confirmation debacle has caused me to question the very foundation of American jurisprudence, to ponder the role of tribal politics in a deeply divided nation and most of all to wonder...
by Celia Rivenbark | Oct 1, 2018 | Weekly Column
Twelve days after Hurricane Florence came ashore nine miles from my house, it’s hard to think about anything else. What have I learned? I mean, besides how to operate a chain saw without severing an artery. That’s easy… People are uncommonly kind....
by Celia Rivenbark | Sep 10, 2018 | Weekly Column
I gave Trump the week off…Other things on my mind at the time….xxoo The woman standing at a crosswalk on campus didn’t notice me staring at her, thank goodness. I observe strangers a lot. On the interstate, I look at other drivers and construct elaborate...
by Celia Rivenbark | Sep 3, 2018 | Weekly Column
If Trump still wants a parade so desperately, maybe he could settle for the parade of clowns he has surrounded himself with during this circus of an administration. The sideshow possibilities are endless! Everyone loves medical oddities, right? SEE the...
by Celia Rivenbark | Aug 20, 2018 | Weekly Column
I finally realized who President Trump reminds me of when he does that repeated raising of his shoulders thing after a “punchline” during one of his many affirmation rallies. He is, let there be no mistake, President Shecky. He’s a...
by Celia Rivenbark | Aug 13, 2018 | Weekly Column
I’m not sure when it happened but this much is true: The Democrats are now the adults in the room. It pains me to say that because I’ve always considered liberal Democrats to be the cool kids. No more. We’ve become the pinch-faced...
by Celia Rivenbark | Aug 6, 2018 | Weekly Column
In the wee hours, when you have neither the energy nor desire to hide from your worst self, you can finally whisper the awful truth into the darkness: I really hate that expression “I love you to the moon and back.” Seriously. Hate. It....
by Celia Rivenbark | Jul 30, 2018 | Weekly Column
Sometimes I wish I could sit down with Melania Trump over a box of KFC’s new pickle-fried chicken tenders (because they are awesome) and have a real just-us-girls conversation. Right away we’d have to talk about The Jacket. It’s been weeks...
by Celia Rivenbark | Jul 23, 2018 | Weekly Column
Dear Justice Ginsburg: Girl, how you doin’? Seriously. Feeling OK? Need your wee shoulders rubbed? Can someone get you a smoothie? Something with a lot of iron and chia seeds perhaps? Whoa. Whoa. WHOAAAAA. Put down that cheeseburger. Yes. I know it...
