Category: Musings

How Meryl Streep helped me become a blogger

How Meryl Streep helped me become a blogger
“As my friend the dear, departed Princess Leia said to me once, ‘Take your broken heart, make it into art.'” Those word of Meryl Streep, quoting Carrie Fisher, have echoed in the recesses of my mind since they were uttered last night at the Golden Globe Awards. Streep received the Cecil B. DeMille Lifetime Achievement... Read more »

How singing at a Hispanic church this Christmas taught me not to fear Donald Trump

How singing at a Hispanic church this Christmas taught me not to fear Donald Trump
“Gloria in Excelsis Deo, et in terra pax hominibus” (“Glory to God in the Highest, and on Earth peace to people of good will”) Those words echoed through the vast open air of St. Mary’s Catholic Church in Aurora, IL. My voice was suspended in the air as if carried aloft by angels, the world melting... Read more »

Dear Nosy People: Mind Your Own Damn Business! (or "Get Away from The Window, Gladys!")

Dear Nosy People: Mind Your Own Damn Business! (or "Get Away from The Window, Gladys!")
One of the things I hate most in life are people who can’t mind their own business. You know the people I’m talking about, as they strive to make themselves as conspicuous as possible. They crane their necks to hear your conversations, rifle through your mail, and never fail to chime in with unneeded and... Read more »
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The Assassination of John Lennon and The Importance of Mental Health Awareness

The Assassination of John Lennon and The Importance of Mental Health Awareness
Since December 8th is the anniversary of the assassination of John Lennon, I decided to do a bit of musing. But first, a brief summary: On December 8th, 1980, John Winston Lennon was shot dead in the doorway of The Dakota in New York by Mark David Chapman. Prior to the assassination, Chapman showed signs... Read more »

An open letter to all babies: Why do you keep looking at me?

An open letter to all babies: Why do you keep looking at me?
Have you ever experienced that sensation that you’re constantly being watched? I don’t mean in a “Jason Voorhees” is stalking me kind of way, nor even a “is that guy looking at my ass” way. I mean that feeling when an all-seeing, all-knowing being has commanded his foot-soldiers to constantly stare at you when you... Read more »

Why female comediennes empower this suburban white boy

“I wanted to become me, totally me. The more me, the better. I instinctively knew this and I was right.” – Phyllis Diller Unconsciously, the two blogs that I’ve written so far this week involve two titans of female comedy: Carol Burnett and Joan Rivers. Consciously, female comedians have been a part of my DNA... Read more »
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"Why be common when you can be divine?": Remaining fabulous in a crowd of vanilla pudding

"Why be common when you can be divine?": Remaining fabulous in a crowd of vanilla pudding
As we devolve into an age where appearance is everything and to stay with the herd is marshall law, we’ve frankly lost the not only the plot but the entire storyboard concept.  Personalities are being traded for iPads and antibiotic-free chicken and a sleek outward appearance often masks an underinformed sense of self. You need... Read more »

My thoughts on turning a quarter of a century old today

My thoughts on turning a quarter of a century old today
Why is it that whenever I tell someone I’m turning twenty-five they threaten to throw me out of the window? I do realize, as the majority of the people I work with are middle-aged and over, that they might take offense to the relatively few years I’ve festered on this mortal sphere. Yet, as I... Read more »

Why I love wearing lipstick and why anyone who laughs at that should 'stick it'

Why I love wearing lipstick and why anyone who laughs at that should 'stick it'
Indulge me in a quick flashback: When I was about four or five years old, I was browsing the costume shack at Sonny Acres Pumpkin Farm in West Chicago. The year was approximately 1995, many years before the current acceptance of a person’s free will in defining their gender. I bounded excitedly towards an exquisite... Read more »
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Pass the Port: A Paean to the Pleasures of the Casual Cocktail

Pass the Port: A Paean to the Pleasures of the Casual Cocktail
Picture this: I’m sitting at home with my mother, who is in the other room bed with James Garner. We have just eased into that brilliant moment, usually between eight or nine, when you feel your soul settle and the malaise of sleep beckons in the near future. Suddenly, our quiet revelry is interrupted by... Read more »