The roads in Uganda suck. Constituents in my old supervisorial district in California used to complain to me about potholes, but frankly, they never met

Idaho today. Gone tomorrow.
The roads in Uganda suck. Constituents in my old supervisorial district in California used to complain to me about potholes, but frankly, they never met
I realize this is a provocative post. It’s not one I offer lightly but as a way to declare and distance myself from what no longer serves me. And while you may or may not agree or care, I hope it gives you cause for pause.
I could hardly wait for the Professor to leave to attend this year’s downtown Veteran’s Day Parade last Saturday. He likes to keep things the
I don’t typically post about politics anymore. I’m tired of it, you’re tired of it, we’re all tired of it. Regardless, the Professor and I
I heard someone joke recently that women are manipulative, insinuating that we begin weaving deceptive webs for the men in our lives from day one.
President Biden’s words yesterday that he’ll not let anyone “hold a dagger to the throat of democracy” was laudable. None of us should tolerate that