The Moment of Truth. It’s Coming

If you have been following, however loosely, the near-daily developments in the disclosure of the Trump Mob’s ties with the Putin Mob, you will know that, even without Robert Mueller’s investigation being complete, we are on the verge of confirming beyond any reasonable doubt that the degenerate sleaze could not have—and would not have—taken the…

Annie In My life

The following was originally published (The Boise Weekly) September 17, 1998 Chapter 14 Can’t See the Forest For the RVs Imagine living in a world where you know everything the neighbors are up to. ‘Round ‘bout suppertime, you can hear the kids whine about how long it’s taking the burgers to brown and the macaroni…

A Beast At Our Helm

Have spent a goodish portion of this day trying to think of what to call a national figure—any national figure, let alone the chief executive of a (largely) civilized and (allegedly) advanced nation—who would think that it’s funny to see a golf ball knock a woman to her knees. Any woman, let alone one of…

ParaNAZIa!

Beware of what you go looking for; you might see it. By nature, I look for changing patterns. Changes in weather patterns that would affect gardening, changes in traffic patterns that would affect how I get around, but most of all, changes in the behavior of the human beings with whom I share this society….

Annie In My Life

The following was originally published (The Boise Weekly) February 25, 1999   Chapter 13 Advise’n’Consent The other day, my kid and I got into a thing over how to say her name. I didn’t see it coming, but then, I don’t see about nine/tenths of anything she does coming. She’s nine now, an age at…