Probably because they’re proud they did something smart, worthwhile, and heroic, and Native Americans are terribly overlooked as a group. Personally, I wouldn’t go to a White House ceremony in my honor, but these are old guys who aren’t going to get another opportunity to represent their tribes in the People’s House.…

So many heartbreaking things happening all over the world. It’s too much to bear sometimes. I will continue to try to be generous and forgiving to the people with whom I come into contact—offer a smile and a kind word. There are days that’s all I’ve got.

I am so happy to hear all of your wonderful news. The real-estate stuff speaks to me because I’m about to put my condo up for sale (I lost my job a year ago). Today, my St. Joseph arrived in the mail. I was told you’re supposed to bury him upside-down in your backyard to have success. I don’t have a backyard, so it’s…

Lol. His wife/partner was actually carrying a tot alongside him, but the whole scene was funny to me. Life in the big city...

Coming from a citrus-growing state myself, this sounds lovely! Enjoy your satsumas. I miss fresh grapefruit, warm from the sun.

I love the dog bowls.

Twenty-five was a terrible year for me, so I feel your mid-20s “existential crisis.”

He’s a pretty successful behind-the-scenes producer, I believe, so he has money from other musicians besides himself.

She is doing SO WELL. Joy! And from here in the U.S., Thanksgiving blessings.

I agree with your rant—and that kid pic is adorable.

My washer/dryer unit went kaput around July 4th. I used the holiday sales to buy a new one. So glad you were able to do the same for your oven. Sometimes, a small bit of luck makes all the difference.

Oh, hey! SNS just popped up. Tell me something good about your week. I saw a man pushing a Christmas tree in a baby stroller, so there’s that.

$800,000 for a house. Damn. Remember when the middle class had a chance?

Man, I love this show. There’s so little quality television on “the big three” networks. “The Good Place” really stands out. (Also, God bless cable, pay cable, Netflix, Hulu, and Amazon, where you can find some fanatastic entertainment.)

I was born in ‘71, a bit too young for “The Partridge Family.” My babysitters, however, had posters of him on the wall in the bedroom they shared. (My parents and their parents were good friends, so we spent time at their house.) The girls also had posters of “The Hardy Boys” (Parker Stevenson and Shaun Cassidy,…

I like all of this music, and I don’t care who knows it. I don’t care if it makes me “boring” or “bland” or “old.” Alanis, especially, speaks to me. I have many, many of her CDs. She has a raw, emotional power that cuts through the bullshit. JT songs just make me groove and feel good. And DMB is moody and reminds me…

Pete Davidson’s interview on Marc Maron’s radio show/podcast was pretty amazing. He’s so up front about his health and family issues—both equally fascinating. It was really refreshing to hear. And he talks a lot about growing up in Staten Island feeling like an outcast.

Yes! Yes, you can tell the difference. By far. They don’t taste the same; they don’t bake the same, and the DEFINITELY don’t look the same. Key limes for the win.

I grew up in Florida. My vote is definitely for ‘Bama. Worst by far.

Yes! There are very few deaths I actively root for, but Charles Manson’s was one of them.