One of my favorite plans this time of year is to go on a picnic. The first to go on a picnic were cavemen, on a hill, on a huge slate stone; they just didn’t know they were having a…
I’m a hippie. I don’t think there’s anything more fun than growing my hair long, getting into a sky-blue Volkswagen Campervan with huge daisies painted on it, and driving across the country from coast to coast banging out ’60s tunes…
Now that spring is close, with warm weather and the beach on the horizon, and free time, I know that many of my dear male readers would appreciate some tips on how to conquer the girl of their dreams. Especially…
I am so frightened, shocked, and worried about the bloodbath issue that Joe Biden the zombie says Donald Trump has promised that I am going to talk about childhood acquaintances. But not childhood acquaintances on whom you look back fondly,…
I woke up with unusual energy, as if I had fallen straight out of a Michael Jackson music video. I grabbed my notebook, my sunglasses, and a coffee to go, then went to write in the sun by the sea….
As I begin the promotion of my new book, I Will Not Eat Crickets (my first in the United States), I am delighted to see that the best campaign is being waged against me by those to whom I declare…
A couple of days ago, while on my way to the train’s cafeteria, I bumped into an overly wide lady wearing overly narrow heels. Her heel dug into my foot violently, and, amid the silence of the carriage, my outburst…
We are the conservatives, and we like good, truth, and beauty. That is, we like Pope John Paul II, St. Thomas Aquinas, and Ivanka Trump. We also like beer, but I don’t want to detract from the solemnity of the…
The day had started out calm and sunny, until, for some strange reason, I opened the newspaper. There I learned that there is a mad scientist working to resurrect the extinct woolly mammoth. Seriously. A company named Colossal is working…
