Vermin Supreme
I caught a mouse last night.
And Mexico Will Pay for It
I’ve been reading a long profile of the late Toni Morrison in The New Yorker (“Ghosts in the House,” Oct 27, 2003). In it she recalled her family’s instinctive and deep-seated mistrust of white people. Morrison’s memory struck a chord, because I’ve only recently come to appreciate the extent to which I share it.
Do the Mashed Potato with Me
The media isn’t going to change. Critical thinking skills are more important than ever. If your first thought is “good luck with that,” I’m with you, baby. We’re doomed. Got any donuts?
Hair Care for All
When you turn 65 and go on Medicare, you get one last physical examination.
Survivability
Some of us, from the beginning, warned that Trump would model himself after corrupt authoritarian rulers like Putin.
You’ve Got Texts!
I know how to unsubscribe from unwanted campaign email, but how do I block the incessant campaign text messages that make my cell phone ding all day long?
Big News (& Big Lies)
I try to have faith people will see Trump’s malicious lies for what they are. After all, from day one he’s claimed the only reason he lost the popular vote to Hillary Clinton was massive voter fraud, and no one has ever believed a word of that.
Sunday Monsoon Blogging
“Monsoon” is a relative term; in southern Arizona it means summertime thunderstorms, an everyday event in most places but a momentous and welcome one here in the desert.