by Celia Rivenbark | Nov 28, 2022 | Weekly Column
Have you noticed formerly normal people now seem intent on telling you they’re living their best life? I can remember when that would’ve been followed immediately by, “And you can, too, if you sell Amway!” But those were simpler...
by Celia Rivenbark | Nov 21, 2022 | Weekly Column
Fall back, they said. You get another hour of sleep Sunday, they said. Uh huh. Tell that to my cats. Joey & Chandler don’t understand the unceremonious, utterly depressing end of daylight saving time. Or much of anything else except the...
by Celia Rivenbark | Nov 14, 2022 | Weekly Column
If you think we’ve all gotten a little more hateful lately, you’ll find validation in the viral response to a happy lil tweet from Daisey Beaton, a newlywed who identifies as… nice. How dare she try to spread love and light through Elon...
by Celia Rivenbark | Nov 7, 2022 | Weekly Column
I have an irrational fondness for loud engines. The distinctive “potato-potato-potato” growl of a Harley-Davidson, the thunderous take-offs from the airport near my house, the angry rumble of a stock car…these sounds make me blissfully emotional,...
by Celia Rivenbark | Oct 31, 2022 | Weekly Column
I was whipping up a batch of Chicken ‘n’ Nyquil just like the TikTok told me to when I heard disturbing news that my use of emojis and GIFs is (A) all wrong and (B) tells everyone how old and un-hip I am. I reacted to this by immediately...
