POTUS & Archie Bunker’s Toilet

It was a more innocent time, my childhood, when Jane Russell could only display the Platex Cross Your Heart Bra on a mannequin; it was a big deal that we heard the flush of the Bunker's toilet; when a married couple must be shown to each have one foot on the floor in the marital …

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(Be the) Candle

My daughter earned her degrees from the great University of Texas, Austin and one is a Bachelors in Women's and Gender Studies. I love our conversations, even when her clear-headed feminism dispels my own long and closely-held bullshit. Maybe especially when she dispels my culturally ingrained, but ultimately diminishing, bullshit. I was raised to expect praise, get …

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Ivan the (recently) Terrible, Blanca, and the Politics of Cats & Dogs

Poor Ivan, Ivan the (recently) Terrible, Ivan the cat nobody wanted. Found by my step-son, Sean, the night Sean's mother died, he'd been abandoned to whatever fate befalls tiny kittens taken too soon from their mother. There was no sign of momma-cat or siblings, just tiny Ivan, whom kindhearted Sean scooped up from a dumpster by the local …

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