American Elegy

This is not an elegy for America, the beautiful; America land of the free. It’s not an elegy for  geography, latitude and longitude, tectonic ’tis of thee. The land, blooded and let, bartered for pretty trinkets, stolen for a woolen blanket and a few bottles of booze–she will remain. Purple mountains majesty, fruited plains. Red…

Do Not Disturb

It’s an age-old question: What do women want? Psssst…come closer. I’ll let you in on a secret. ….. …… …… Women want to be left alone. I’m serious. For the most part, we just want you to leave us alone. We want you to stop telling us how we should or shouldn’t dress, what not to wear, how…

See You Next Tuesday

With any luck my last political post will come sometime on Wednesday and will be about sweeping glass shards from the floor. My moods during the last six months have see-sawed, as has my conviction that in January The United States of America will inaugurate its first female President. I’ve gone through heartbreak, confusion, anger, rage,…