It’s Too Cold to Type This

I have returned to the city of my birth for the holidays, and to suggest that I was unprepared would be an understatement. It’s cold here in Kansas City. Very cold. Oh-my-God-we-are-all-going-to-die cold. It’s the sort of cold that makes it impossible to talk about...

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Damn you, Martha!

I’m collecting a friend’s mail while she’s in Morocco caring for special needs orphans. (Yes, really. I know. That’s right. The rest of us are going to hell. I’m aware.) But back to me. The joy of collecting her mail is reading her magazines. I...

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Frivolous

I think I speak for all of us when I sum up this time of year thusly: “Aaaaahhhhh!” Like all the pressure and the crowds and the travel and the forced cheer isn’t enough? I have to listen to Christmas music by Wham!, too? Seriously? Not...

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