There was a tree across the street from me. A bur oak, with a mighty trunk wider than a steamer, and curving branches that stretched all the way across the street to shade my yard. In its crown lived a mischievous family of squirrels, and a cast of birds of…

Pardon the rant. I’m writing a memoir/manifesto on life-and-gardening in the age of climate catastrophe. …

Kim, honey — can we talk? Did you go and enter a worst-person-of-the-year contest and not tell me about it? What’s up with the midnight legislation — cramming through instant laws like prohibiting schools from implementing mask policies? Maybe you have trouble understanding the CDC guidelines. They said fully vaccinated…

Hi Kim, Can I call you Kim? I hope that’s okay. Karen here, the Official Karen©, Spokeskaren for Generation X. I thought we could talk here in my private corner of the internet. It’s just us, a couple of middle-aged white ladies from Iowa. …

Karen here, the Official Karen©, Spokeskaren for Generation X, blonde, middle-class, middle-aged white lady living in the Midwest. Every morning, after I hang up from my daily call with the manager, I like to peruse the headlines and see what sort of foul acts are committed in my name. You…

Karen here, Generation X. The other day I was busy boosting the elevation of my bob with a can of Aqua Net when I saw this: Gen Z is Calling Gen X the Karen Generation. Karen was mad. Let me tell you, Karen wanted to call the manager over this…