Don’t Blame the Beans

Don’t Blame the Beans

A metaphor, because sometimes they’re fun: You need to eat. You go to your fridge and find: OPTION #1: Leftover three-bean salad your wife made a week ago. It smells awfully funky and the beans are covered in a viscous, smeary goop. OPTION #2: Leftover chicken...
God Help Us

God Help Us

Some admittedly limited reflections on the 2024 Presidential debate, written in real time as the debate occurs: 6:02PM — I realize I have more mustard options on the shelves of my fridge than I do choices for President of this country. 6:03PM — I question who this...