Last November, I wrote about the Stink Vote — how I wish we could tell the candidates, Okay, you get my ballot, but you need to know that you are not fooling me for one second.  You need to know that I will vote for you because your stench isn’t quite as stenchy as the guy from the Stench Party. But just because I voted for you, that doesn’t mean I think you smell all right.  You don’t get my... Read more

I asked my husband to read over today’s post, to see if he thought it was too personal, or too smarmy, or if it didn’t make enough sense, or what.  He went out, read it, came back in, and said — this is a true story — he said, “Well, that was the stupidest thing I’ve ever read.” I guess you had to be there.  It was funny.  We laughed.  Eventually he let out that, while it was pretty girly... Read more

Is there a “priest type?”   Read more

So, I figured I would annoy a few people when I wrote about the GOP candidates the other day.  For some reason I forgot how mad people get about politics, especially this late in the game.  I was a little taken aback! I’m not a political blogger, and I haven’t had the stomach to follow the race in detail this time around (and I may be the only American who hasn’t seen one single political ad this election), so don’t... Read more

In which I worry about tomatoes. Read more

Little green shoots everywhere! Read more

You know, nobody really likes Newt Gingrich.  But with me, it goes deeper than that. I also don’t like anyone else. Read more

So how come iTunes would let me upload the audio for “Scary Monsters” as a test post, but not “In Dulce Iubilo” for the actual post about my favorite Christmas album?  IT’S THE WAR ON CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Or, I’m just really, really bad at using the computer.     Read more

You see what you’ve done to me?  I’ve been trying to figure out for two days how to express how astonished, bowled over, and grateful I am to everyone who contributed (or complained about not being able to contribute!) to my fabulous virtual baby shower, hosted by my dear friend Jennifer Fulwiler . . . and the best I can do is to stammer like an idiot (see title). What I’m trying to say is, BOY, that was a lot... Read more