Just drink the coffee.
I'm not kicking 2020's ass. I'm not going to conquer this new year. I'm almost 45 years old, so the odds are stacked against me that 2020 will contain loss and death. I might get diagnosed with something I don't want, I could lose a parent (or a grand—by grace, I have one left), and … Continue reading In Closing
I feel betrayed by Madonna. Once the Rebel Queen of the Wild Girl Tribe, she has tapped the last nail in the coffin of my love. This week's news—that she cancelled on fans two hours before a show on account of wear-and-tear type injuries with no offer of singing sans the dance—killed it. As I … Continue reading Falling Out of Love With Madge: A Timeline
