You know what? I turned 40 on Monday. Here’s an illustration of what I think of my forties so far.
Humor :: Are you writing?
Help me, Twittermonster. Please save me from myself.
Essay :: Names: Some secret, some not
There is no greater sleight-of-hand than a name.
5-Minute Dance Party :: That’s Not My Name
I once allowed a woman to call me Whitney for eight years without correction. Have you ever done something like that?
Humor :: The Marriage Interpreter (No. 50)
The Husband said to tell you Happy Halloween.
5-Minute Dance Party :: Sunny and Steve — Enjoy the Sweets
Don’t worry—I’ll always share my Easter chocolate with you!
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5-Minute Dance Party :: Libertango
I am always amazed at what the tango can do when matched with the right dancer.
Our Sunday Best :: The weight of light
Whatever the war photographers brought into a place was carried on their backs— and sometimes in their minds.
Essay :: The Ouroboros chain
In the last month of winter, I bought a clock from a man in Latvia who deals exclusively in time.
Humor :: Sports Mania Special Broadcast: Post-Saint Patrick’s Day Wrap-Up
All those smashed instruments and crying men. I’m never going to get that sound out of my ears, Chet. Never.
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Editorial :: Todd Kincannon: The GOP’s Bumbling 140-Character (or Less) Assassin
This week, the “Mouth of the South,” Todd Kincannon (R-SC), took to Twitter to call Wendy Davis a whore. YHe’s a klassy, klassy man.
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Essay :: Hesitancy
Between one moment and the next: life, breath, and other surprises.
Photo :: Three young trees (Encino, NM)
It’s the light that kills me. Always the light.