The other day I had an idea. It was the sort of idea too big to hold in my head all at once — the sort of thing that needed writing down. It wasn’t that important, as ideas go. …
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…
