Food, or Eating Your Beans and Cornbread Thankfully Like An Adult
For the sake of not talking politics for a moment, let us indulge ourselves of this social media food outrage du jour.
For the sake of not talking politics for a moment, let us indulge ourselves of this social media food outrage du jour.
People trade in indignation & outrage. I imagine we justify ourselves using this currency by appealing to the evil deeds of our neighbor.
I have realized how truly blessed I am…I have my friends and family by my side to face whatever 2021 is bringing my way
Google searching is utilitarian, but it is not a substitute for the visceral fun of opening a random volume up to a random page and learning something new.
We should understand that because of the technology of the day, we may well be the most recorded and documented generation in history.
Ketchup? Mr. Yann is the “no soup for you” guy of the hot dog world. “NO KETCHUP. NO RELISH. NO CHEESE. DON’T ASK.”
Here is my journal which I kept from October 5 to December 21, edited for readability, followed by periodic commentary.
The following story is meant to be humorous. Any resemblance to the Vice President or a beloved talking conveyance is purely coincidental.
Turning the calendar page is only a reminder that we have little power over a few affairs scattered here and there.
Nominations for several dozen posts reflecting the work of 23 different authors, a shortlist of about 40 posts, narrowed down to ten.
Sometime over the last 25-30 years, I’ve heard someone say that I wasn’t a good writer and it was said in the most emotionally damaging way.
I realize this must sound like I’m reading the script of American Graffiti, but this truly was my life as an adolescent.
Instead of dragging out all the tired Christmas clichés and 2020 jokes, I’ll just share a little story about a lesson learned and the spirit of Christmas.
I know every single one of you is wondering whether and in what ways I appreciate James Joyce’s work. So…In praise of (and in fear of) James Joyce’s oeuvre.
In eulogizing Chuck Yeager, a broken telephone pole in West Virginia seems an unlikely place to start. But it is the perfect place to start.
I have seen many talking in front of I Love Me Walls: polished wood paneling and shelves festooned with flags, pictures, trophies, & plaques.
It hurts to say Arecibo “was.” Not simply because it isn’t the largest telescope anymore, but because it is no more.
Stop normalizing pathological snobbery, such as “everyone who voted Trump is an inbred, lardlicking oaf ripped from Hillbilly Elegy”
On Tuesday the 17th of November, Doctor Krystal Evans—it is not clear in what discipline she earned her doctorate, but from her Twitter bio it would appear to be a hard science—tweeted the following:...
I went to plan the family get-together, and I found much to my chagrin that the Klinkes were out of business. Like, out of business entirely.