Like a Death Row Pardon Two Minutes Too Late

When I was but a wee lass, the children’s show Sesame Street used to end each episode with a little blurb about the show being “sponsored” by a number and/or letter. Today’s show was brought to you by the number 5 and the letter P!! Well, today’s rant is brought to you by the words hypocrisy…

The Difference Between Me and You

Dear Imagined, Supposed American Majority, Just so we are clear. You do NOT speak for me. You do NOT represent me. You do NOT represent me Mr. Trump, with your bombastic soundbites and your mob mentality. You do NOT represent me Ms. Davis, with your misguided crusade against something which has NO bearing upon your ability…

Confessions of a 40-Something Bikini Convert

I suppose I wore a bikini when I was a little bit of a thing, frolicking among the sand castles and mud pies of childhood, back before my sandy beach memories begin. All of my salt water and chlorine recollections, however, involve a one piece suit. The first time I remember wearing a bikini was…