#16. The Age of Ewell
In the spring of 2009, in a piece for Harper’s Magazine, I wrote that even though our newly inaugurated president probably wouldn’t...
#15. This Week on The Real Candidates of Washington D.C.
Lately I’ve been binging on Trump: The Race for the Presidency, increasingly nauseated but unable to stop. It’s a hell of a show: edgy,...
#14. February 19th
I don’t want to talk about the news today, or the spectacle of grown men vying for the presidential nomination who give the impression of...
#13. I’m with Stupid
I was looking out the window at the melting snow on Prospect Street the other afternoon, dreaming of palm fronds rustling in a...
#12. Jesus, CEO, for President
I was relieved when Jerry Falwell, Jr. recently compared Donald Trump to Jesus because, well, I’d been having some trouble knowing what...
#11. Despicable
On the road this week, traveling the back roads into New England, I was struck again – as I always am whenever I get my ass out of the...
#10. You've Got Mail
Tom Hanks can do no wrong in my eyes. He could play Mussolini and I’d rethink my position on dictators. If the Presidential election was...
#9. If It Ain’t Broke
Yesterday, on the trail where my daughter and I like to jog, a spandexed man with a broad back and very small legs – from the back he...
#8. Drone
Some revelations come unannounced – no trumpets, no drums. A small window opens, and in the instant before it closes again, you see...
#7. Being Here
Last week, my daughter, Maya, and I spent a still, November morning putting the garden to bed. It’s an annual ritual for us – last year...