… in with the old vox

“Raise hell,” she counseled and I read.

These days, taking a short break from the South, I am in and out of snow country where time and light and even color take on different meanings.

I love to see who hates Hillary. It’s usually the holier-than-thou, chauvinist philanderer in the group; have you noticed?

can’t help but think Bush and Rove are planning ahead. They and others want nothing more than to leave the whole shooting match to the Democrats to solve.

One good idea. One brave person. Sometimes that’s all it takes. But I wonder how much ink, how much coverage, this man received.

Is there anything you want to know about the TomKat “marriage”? Anything you missed? Because here’s the embarrassing thing: I can fill you in.

Call me a cynic but hype makes me nervous and promotion turns me fidgety.

The same Neanderthals worrying about Pelosi, questioning Hillary and second-guessing Barack Obama wondered how we would ever find gravitas in hearing women read the news on radio or television.

There are heroes and then there are heroes. Some walk quietly and carry a big stick. Others take to the airwaves. On the quiet side this week I heard about […]

There are at least four major groups of old people.

I wanted to see what someone born in 1944 and for whom the Rolling Stones and John Lennon and Yoko Ono wrote songs (“Sweet Black Angel” and “Angela,” respectively) looks like.