I was going to rant tonight about Rhea County, Tennessee, who want to ban gays from their midst. I was going to point out that this community, feeling empowered by a President who wants to constitutionally mandate intolerance, is proof that Hitler's teachings are alive and well. I wanted to unleash my hatred of a President and his minions who are ( Read more... )

In honor of St. Patrick's Day, I am reprinting an entry originally posted to 100 Words, with the permission of the author -- who is, namely, me.

Part of the leprechaun contingent held Kendra down in the grass while the rest of them scurried to the riding lawnmower. The leprechauns had been drinking, and they wouldn't be happy until they took down ( Read more... )

I'm confused - they are releasing Scooby Doo 2 . . . was the first Scooby Doo film such a success that it warranted a remake?!

Over the last few days I have seen three very different but equally brilliant films for which Twill gives two big thumbs up: The Secret Lives of Dentists, starring Campbell Scott, Hope Davis, and Denis Leary, which depicts ( Read more... )

". . . with a knick knack paddy whack give a dog a bone, this old man came rolling home." What the fuck does that mean?! It seems to have a faintly sinister anti-Irish sentiment attached to it, but that's about all I can figure out. And don't even get me going on "e-i-e-i-o"And what about that children's rhyme "Ring Around the Rosey?" I remember ( Read more... )

Personal behavioral patterns that played out following David's death are reemerging in the wake of my Mom's demise. As my protracted absences from LJ bears witness, writing gives me no solace; it is, in fact, a hated chore -- composing a simple e-mail is excruciating, and is usually avoided. Perhaps writing takes me too close to the place I'm ( Read more... )

In the days following my mother's death, I was, as is customary in these situations, inundated with sympathy cards, some from people I haven't seen or spoken to in over twenty years (two came from people who acknowledged neither David's death nor my father's). Cards and letters are still trickling in. The most unusual form of condolence came from a ( Read more... )

Here's something most of you don't know about me. When I was 21 years old I was spending a lovely autumn day by myself in Boston when I was stabbed three times in a mugging incident. I obviously survived the encounter, although just barely I'm told. Three men surrounded me - in front of the Ritz Carlton Hotel, no less - and more or less dragged me ( Read more... )

I was talking to Frank today about how I am a different person now that my Mom has died -- irrevocably altered, amiss, broken. Not unlike the aftermath following David's death and my Dad's, I feel as if I'll be walking with a pronounced limp until my body slowly readjusts, realigning and recompensing to its new-found form, until the limp is ( Read more... )

( Tiny's Final Hours )

My Mom -- "Tiny" -- passed away this evening at 6:25 p.m. She was 82 years old.