Last Friday I ignorantly wrote the following on my Facebook status… …because somewhere in my online traipsing for maps of Solvang, CA, I read that it’s a Dutch village. Well, it’s not. And what kind of journalist would I be if I let the mistake stand without correction? I have a dubious blogging responsibility to [...]
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Wanna Flick My Bic? I Got a Million of ‘Em
I Have This Pain on My Right Side
Have you ever walked into a room full of sullen face people and said “Hey! Who died?” and then wished you didn’t? Because someone did? Or perhaps you’ve found other ways to put your foot in your mouth. Perhaps you weren’t aware that your friend Trixie is still sensitive about her sons’s sex change operation [...]
How Do You Let Go of Your Children?
Why I Will Never Own a Pink Cadillac
The richest people in the world are good salesmen: Donald Trump. Leo Iacocca. The Sham-Wow guy. Which is why I’ll never be rich. The thought of selling anything makes my fingernails itch and my sphincters cringe (and for you scatalogical readers, there is more than one). Complaining to you about telemarketers is like a stand-up [...]
