Believe it or not—and I know you want to believe it, really I do—I'm not too often prone to professional jealousy. My dislikes and resentments, and I admit, they are…
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A friend, who I adore dearly but whose e-mails I've come to dread, precisely because of circumstances such as this, directs me to the announcement that the suave and debonair (just…
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So I'm in the eating area of my in-laws' kitchen, sitting at the table before this damnable machine and thinking about why I'm dreading going home. It's not as if…
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I began writing professionally about 25 years ago. As was befitting to someone with no degree and little practical training, I started as a rock critic. And I was a…
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...well, of course I have a bunch of thoughts and feelings concerning the death of Michael Jackson, not to mention the deaths of Farrah Fawcett and Ed McMahon...I daresay if…
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If I watch enough House, I may soon be ready to finally tackle that Stan Brakhage autopsy movie I've been afraid to look at for so many years.
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