Setting: In the background, the blue-green coastal hills just west of Winters are obliterated with dull, gray, choking smoke, that just gets thicker as the hours tick away and firefighters …
Banning fireworks would be ‘safe and sane’
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Ageism, nepotism, and getting over the bitters
Yes, it’s been awhile. Sorry about that. I was preoccupied with gathering up the pieces of my life after the jigsaw puzzle was abruptly thrown into the air. Oh yeah, …
East Area Rapist — part of the montage of carnage
Well, this is unfortunate. I mean, the larger story is astounding and relieving and huge, but for me and my husband, there’s a little asterisk to it. Let’s just get …
Five years later and our breasts are still angry as hell
One year ago, I wrote about the fact that I wrote about this topic four years prior to that, and was surprised that not only was the issue unresolved, it’s …
Teens start talking about their mental health struggles
I was asked by the Friday Night Live club mentor at Winters High School recently to do a story on their upcoming Mental Health Awareness Week event, and while normally …
Feline existentialism and the strategy of the settler and the searcher
Everything you need to know about satisfaction (or lack thereof) can be learned from my cats, Minnie and Maxx, the Yin and Yang of feline existentialism. Minnie, jet black from …
Facebook privacy is a steaming pile of unicorn poop
Wait, what? Facebook compromised our privacy? That’s outrageous! What’s next? Santa Claus isn’t real? Unicorns don’t poop glitter? OK, I can’t actually verify the validity of unicorn poop, having not …
Let’s abandon the Annual Light String Ritual
“So, are your Christmas lights up really early or are you really late taking them down?” asks Joe the Butcher, who I’ve re-nicknamed Joe the Jokester — Joekester for short. …
If we can’t believe in Ellen, we can’t believe in anything
Everything I know about all that is good and true in the universe has been shattered. I stared in wide-eyed dismay at the television screen and shriveled back in horror. …
Socialism and the Magic Kingdom
“That smell… it’s so nostalgic.” I knew exactly what my daughter meant as we stepped into the cavernous “Pirates of the Caribbean” ride at Disneyland, our traditional first stop. That …