My pulse is presently hitting a 7 on the Ritcher scale, and I can’t remember when it’s time for my…
I became a writer so as to not work much, write something brilliant every four years, and retire at 40….
I love Coca-Cola, at least when it mixes with my Pampero aged rum and rocks of ice the size of…
The United Nations is one of those organizations that set out to stop the apocalypse but only ever end up…
The recommendation of that grumpy genius Walter Burns in The Front Page still applies: “Marry an undertaker or an executioner….
They say that having faith is outdated. That nobody has seen God. And the ones who say it are the…
They seem to feel a strange kind of joy in anything concerning death. Often, the only thing that sets pro-death…
I went to get a haircut. I know, this hardly seems a life-changing event. Especially for you. But, you see,…
I write crouched under my desk, with a tinfoil boat on my head and all the reserves I have left…
Amanda Gorman’s poem at Joe Biden’s inauguration has touched me so deeply that as I write this I’m afraid I might…
