politics

Crazy News Gets Spouse Cookies Instead of Jailed Wife

Spouse rushed from the morning news on the tube and into the spare bedroom when he heard  me rustle through an old cedar chest for my pink rabbit ears and skunk tail. “NO darling!” he wailed.  “They’ll either haul your naked ass, but for the skunk tail and rabbit ears, to jail for indecent exposure, or the neighbors will simply close their drapes and pretend they didn’t see you—again–running stark naked and screaming down the street.” “Shut up!  Help me find my []

Time For Spicy Logic–The Ginger Tea Party

I sipped more ginger tea. I thought about the Tea Party demands; I thought about the progressive demands; I thought about my own budget (or lack thereof); I thought about religious demands; I thought about corporate demands, and I started to gasp for lack of oxygen.

Two cups of ginger tea later a spicy idea landed. Start my own party, the Ginger Tea Party.

The Soul Doesn’t Have A Color

My first black friend was in high school. We teamed up because, like me, irreverence surfaced to her tongue and she hurled some pretty funny commentary about school and life. Our skin wasn’t an issue. More important was our shared teenage angst—you know, boys, make up, zits, bras, and cars. Last names and skin tones made no difference in my youth.  I wasn’t raised that way. The person who influenced me most was my godfather, a tap dancer with deep Irish roots. []

Did Lewis Carroll & Aldous Huxley Write Today’s News?

Our iconic date of September 11 nears. The hate that darkened that historic day proliferates and I fear that I’m slipping into some nightmarish rabbit hole with twisted reality and tangled nonsensical tales.

It is as if the Ten Commandments are turned inside out and what is good is bad and what is bad is good.

Whose America Do We Take Back?

 Route 66 traverses my American life.  My father bought a canvas radiator water bag for the blue and white 1955 Chevy wagon. We packed fried chicken, buttered white bread, hard-boiled eggs and Oreo cookies in a basket, and left California behind to see the USA in our Chevrolet eastbound on Route 66. When school returned each September, the iconic “What I did Last Summer” essays by classmates told tales about live lions, snake pits, dancing Indians, and buffalo burgers all experienced along the []

Prejean — A Tale of Sex and 1st Amendment Attack

“…And then there was our former Miss California, Carrie Prejean , who during her hormonal rampant teen time, videotaped some solo sport which she “innocently” sent to her lonely boyfriend. It wasn’t sex. And one must also understand that because she’s a model, sexiness is her job…”