Elected to the Republican slate of delegates for Richard Nixon from the Great State of Tennessee, I was in no way a kingmaker. After all, Richard Nixon raked in 5,378,704 votes in the primary or 86.92% of the votes cast, and 47,168,710 votes or 60.7% of those votes cast in the November general, a pulsating landslide victory, measurably […]
Mediocrity, or powerhouse upstarts never appealed to this writer, my growing penchant for actuality tables in everything that mattered, everything in its rightful place, sported visceral muscle all its own, but I was compelled to the awesome place where rock solid dynasties swooned to the Icarian mysteries a suddenly molecular underdog brought into the scheme, a seemingly spontaneously […]
When my firstborn left home, trimming the mouths I had to feed from eight to seven, I cut back from four cups of rice to two. We ate rice nearly every night for years. Sometimes with beans, sometimes with a scrambled meat dish. Lots of casseroles, too. Times were hard. Hello. My name is Peggy. I have known many, […]
The laws in this city are clearly racist. All laws are racist. The law of gravity is racist. I am making this trip to Africa because Washington is an international city, just like Tokyo, Nigeria or Israel. As mayor, I am an international symbol. Can you deny that to Africa? People have criticized me because my security detail is larger than the president’s. But you must ask yourself: are there more people who want to kill me than who want to kill the president? I can assure you there are. First, it was not a strip bar, it was an erotic club. And second, what can I say? I’m a night owl.
It was a story told by my mother to Paul over tea and cookies and I believe some inelegant cheese that grabbed me by the Saskatchewans, pitching me into a fever dossier and a full count I am probably still suffering consecutively this very day, nearly several thousand dawns of Cooling Earth later. Why had she never mentioned this before. […]
Our dear Mrs. Middleton the Strict sent us home with a regenerative task one fine spring afternoon, crisp with the traveling song of wayward dandelions and invincible country singers drunk on the booze left undelivered by the winds of tomorrow’s next surprise. Her thirty students were to ask each of our parents, and in those days, […]