The Italian Hot Dog
I had my first Italian hot dog the other night, and I just have one question to ask: How drunk was the person who came up with THAT idea? I…
Just Let Me Be Me (Or, Benjamin Franklin Was Right)
Why do people always feel the need to tell you what you’re doing wrong? I mean, even when I’m doing well—taking care of my editing business, writing books, running most…
On Animal Cruelty, Human Trauma, and Why I Hate Sarah McLachlan
Anybody who’s read this blog with any regularity probably already knows how much I love animals. My two pugs, who died over this past year, were my whole world and…
I Beat Myself Up—and I Like It
People who know me well often tell me that I can be a little too negative. They say I’m quick to spot even the slightest problem and call attention to…