"In Peter Golenbock's 'Bums: an Oral History of the Brooklyn Dodgers,' Jack Newfield tells of the time he was having dinner with Pete Hamill. 'I said to Pete, "Let's try an experiment. You write on your napkin the names of the three worst human beings who ever lived, and I will write the three worst,... Continue Reading →
Carol and John's Comic Book Shop, my local comic book store, has, for years, had a holiday art show where they invite local artists to create custom comic book covers based on a theme; they then raffle off the covers at their annual holiday party, with all proceeds going to the Greater Cleveland Food... Continue Reading →
Usually, I celebrate Emily Dickinson's birthday by making her coconut cake recipe, or, you know, by putting on a white dress, sequestering myself in my study, and writing short, intense poems reflecting my views on nature, love, and the human soul. (Well, okay, not that second thing so much, but the coconut cake is fantastic.)... Continue Reading →
For the last several years, I've given my husband gifts of fancy chocolate on the feast day of Saint Nicholas of Myra, better known to many people as "Santa Claus" or "Father Christmas," and sometimes known as "Nicholas the Wonderworker." This ritual started, in part, out of some vague sense of wanting to establish our... Continue Reading →
The celebration of Thanksgiving is shrouded in a lot of myths and emotional baggage, but there is always something to be grateful for. One thing I'm grateful for is that Thanksgiving's signature entrée didn't end up being eel. People assure me that eel is delicious, particularly as a sushi component, but ... I just... Continue Reading →
A follow-up to 2016's "Trump Tower of Terror." I don't have a lot to add, except that things seem a lot worse now than they did then. Thanks to Nate Piekos and Blambot Fonts for "Feast of Flesh" font. Save Save
I have about eleventy billion things I need to be doing, so naturally I spent most of this evening getting inspired by a typo in a friend's message from earlier today, and noodling around with a stylus and a drawing app on my new cell phone. (My friend and I agreed that "van of worms"... Continue Reading →
Good news for the folks who helped out my friend Amy B. by donating to her GoFundMe: your special (unlimited) edition Night Cats trading card is on its way to you. (I told you the final version would be better than my original draft.) Would you like your very own Night Cats trading card? It's... Continue Reading →
Want to own a piece of original art by yours truly? Read on. Simply put: my friend and college classmate Amy B. has Stage 4 colon cancer, and has some serious financial needs. Most recently, she had to raise $3,500 in order to obtain a portable oxygen concentrator that her insurance would not pay for.... Continue Reading →
