Oh, how I used to dread Mother’s Day!
Whoa! Don’t take this wrong but the world is getting too adolescent for me to stand anymore. Now, I will understand if you reply, “Hey, it’s my turn to sound off, for a change ... .”
Well, sorry, kid. Remember? I’m the one with the column!
Diplomacy is important in my book, but sometimes it can go too far
Honest. I was planning to write this column on dumbness (to go with the last one on niceness) before Eliot Spitzer turned into such a perfect target for sport shooting.
This just in: a movie review in the Washington Post that actually called a new movie (“Miss Pettigrew”) “nice” — and then recommended it! Instead of making fun of it! Will wonders never cease?
After a whole column on the old-fogy take on life, today I give equal time to the young folks
Here I go again, reporting from the Great Beyond. Beyond 60, that is.
It’s about time I paid some attention to one of the most formative elements of our culture, and I’m not referring to American Idol.
You really wouldn’t think that a simple little greeting card, under $6 as I remember, would cause such a fuss.
As soon as I got up this morning, I knew it was going to be a bad day. Every time I threw something in the waste basket, I missed.
That’s always a tip-off right there.
Did you watch the lighting of the National Christmas Tree last week?
You really need to accessorize.