Trump Can’t Quit Maralago

     When I was a little kid, the highlight of every summer was to pile into our sea-green Oldsmobile Delta 88 and head south three hours to Myrtle Beach, S.C., for a long weekend at Waikiki Village. The two-story “motor lodge” was exotic with its...

Good Old Days Weren’t All That

     I’ve been reading a lot lately about “aging in place.” To be honest, those words perfectly capture how I feel when I see Sean Spicer step to the microphone in the briefing room. I age in place. But then I realized that’s not what...

Survey Says! This President is a Loon

     Because I am a good American, I was happy to answer the president’s recent call to action that came in the form of an online “Mainstream Media Accountability Survey.”     I get a lot of this sort of Trump stuff because he loves me so bigly. I...

Nobody paid this protester

     Suiting up for my very first protest march recently, I took care that the pink “pussy hat” a friend had ordered for me from Etsy was tilted with just the right mix of solemn jauntiness. Which is hard to pull off, by the way. The day before, I had...