by Celia Rivenbark | Jul 22, 2024 | Weekly Column
For the past couple of weeks, I’ve simply crouched in a dark corner, forcing myself to think only of fluffy kittens playing in a wicker basket filled with colorful balls of yarn. Ahhhh. Kittens. Yarn. But even as the kittens romped through my tortured noggin, I...
by Celia Rivenbark | Jul 15, 2024 | Weekly Column
Did you know rich people don’t cover their windows? I didn’t, until I saw the headline in “The Atlantic” recently. It was only a smidge ironic that I had to stop reading the article because a paywall popped up and I didn’t have a subscription. Guess who has...
by Celia Rivenbark | Jul 8, 2024 | Weekly Column
I had looked forward to my 50th high school reunion for months. Who would attend? What would I wear? What would they wear? Would what I wear look better than what they wore? Did I just say that out loud? High school back in the ‘70s was groovy. We didn’t have cell...
by Celia Rivenbark | Jul 1, 2024 | Weekly Column
It’s hard being a liberal who loves Cracker Barrel. (Doesn’t that sound like a good title for a country song?) The interstate staple with a commitment to all things “Kountry,” Cracker Barrel is an easy target for those of my political persuasion. Comedian Bill Maher,...
by Celia Rivenbark | Jun 17, 2024 | Weekly Column
Looking back, it was presented as such a harmless, innocent, fun activity. It’s completely safe, my neighbor said, adding under her breath, “most of the time.” The way she said it I was reminded of prescription drug commercials where everyone looks so happy but the...
