Theres no mistaking this month, is there? All that red. All those parties. All those questions. What are you doing for the holidays? (Eating gumbo, Brunswick stew and vegetarian chili, […]
Jane Fishman
Designing the perfect fish story
They wanted to go to IKEA. And they were driving. You can find me in the cafeteria, I said. Ill be eating Swedish meatballs and reading something Nordic, because if […]
Of pubs & princes
So were driving along, heading back to Londons Heathrow Airport, where were to return the rented car, comfortable — finally — with sitting behind a steering wheel on the right, […]
Bills mount, as does the rage of the powerless
A few mornings ago I woke up to a ticket tucked under my cars windshield wipers. And it wasnt even street-sweeping night. That everyone else on the street also had […]
Rebuilding Pascagoula
I Am not a Methodist. I do not give thanks to Jesus Christ, though I think I would have enjoyed meeting the man. Im no maven with a hammer. Not […]
Chuffed with the sheer pleasure of words
As far as cheap thrills go, Id rank words — the way theyre spoken, twisted or manipulated — right up there with a good custard pie or egg salad sandwich […]
A storyline that never gets old
For people of a certain age, The Big Chill will always have a certain resonance. You know the storyline. Thirtysomething college friends get together after a long absence for an […]
Revisiting the ‘L’ word
This is the week I finally heard from the other side and it was — gasp — more than a whisper. I am a tax-and-spend liberal, said the woman, nearly […]
Requiem for a fighting angel
A wasp bit me on the cheek the other day. And not the White Anglo Saxon Protestant variety, although that has happened in the past, too. This was an angry […]
Do memories burn at 451 degrees, too?
Theres a lot to keep up with these days. I need more memory. I want a delete key, better hardware, bumped up megahertz, an improved search function. If I call […]
Iraq to Vietnam
For more than 35 years Michael Ellison stuck to himself. He did his job, moved around a lot and never spoke of his experiences in Vietnam. As a driver in […]
A poem for these times
Last week I left town for a few days to join some friends who were walking a segment of the 2,160-mile Appalachian Trail. Instead of spending the night on the […]
