My birthday is tomorrow and I’ve been secretly a little miffed that mine was so close to Trump’s. This made me feel a bit better!

I was walking through DC on PRIDE SATURDAY FOR CHRISTSAKE, on the actual parade route just a couple hours before the parade. It was already getting crowded and some old guy was riding a bike on the sidewalk. He nearly collided with a girl who was walking and he had the balls to say “Stick to your side, sweetheart” in…

One Grandad was one of 11, the other was one of 7. I am a 40 year old Irish Catholic with no first cousins and no siblings. We cut WAY back on the procreation after the early 1900's.

My Grandpa (born in 1904 and one of the youngest) was one of 11. A number of my Great Aunts opted out of having kids for this precise reason. They’d already raised a bunch of kids...hell if they were going to do it again. One joined the Peace Corps in her 60s, one went to NYU (and lived in a Freshman dorm!) in her 60s…

I don’t have depressive tendencies at all and I too really wondered for the longest time how someone could feel that way. Then a very close friend of mine went to that deep, dark place and articulated out loud, to me, that he thought we’d be better off without him. It broke my heart but I’m so grateful for the fact…

He had a role in the FX series “Trust” recently and was really, really good in it.

This is great advice for lots and lots of situations: “Spend some time feeling sorry for yourself, feel the fuck out of those feelings, and then go live your life.”

I recently spent a relatively insane amount of money getting all-over color and balayage highlights. I felt kind of dumb about it and then one of my best friends RAVED about how natural it looked...which made me realize my quickie drug store dye job (which I did in a hotel room the night before I thought I might have…

I read an article this week about evangelical support of Trump. This quote will stick with me for a long time: “We aren’t looking for a husband, we’re looking for a bodyguard.”

I have always heard the lyrics as “body like a backhoe” which is somehow worse. I’m not the only one:

That’s called being a dog.

I fell this way in college and grabbed for the railing as I went down. Proceeded to pull the muscles in my back and had to lay on the floor at the bottom of the stairs until my roommate came home, found me and fed me Advil. I believe I took a nice ambulance ride to the hospital too (out of an abundance of caution and…

I was sort of shocked to see that Mark and Jay were listed as Executive Producers on the doc series “Wild, Wild Country.” They’re everywhere!

A friend of mine moved to California and promptly made friends with a guy who sells “grounding” sheets. He quickly became known in our circle as “the guy who sells dirt sheets.” 

She has a look of general mischief making that is wonderful (in addition to being gorgeous).

I taught swimming lessons for years and the kids with overreacting parents were SO much harder to teach than the ones whose parents barely reacted. I’ll never forget the Mom who saw her toddler roll headfirst off the stairs to the bottom of the shallow end and when we lifeguards scrambled to grab him she told us to…

I started wearing sunglasses all the time as a kid because being at the pool all day without them gave me mad headaches. I pretty much always have shades on if I’m outside.

Good lord, that sounds awful. I’m all for hitting the gym a couple times or taking a hike while on vacation, but 90% of vacation to me is laying in a chair like a slug, slathered with sunblock while drinking a gin & tonic.

I am of Irish descent and hiked the Inca trail and was astounded at the variety of corn and potatoes grown in that country. I think they have 800 potato varieties. Until doing some reading and museum visiting prior to that trip, I hadn’t had any idea that they were an import from the “New World.”

I have an O’ last name and while I don’t often spend St. Pat’s drinking alone, there is always ALWAYS grumbling. I salute your commitment to historical accuracy.