The Hinge My six children—age 16 to 27—are no longer fragile. Their eyes are clear, their limbs strong; they parade through the world like young mustangs, their young in tow. It is Thanksgiving and I glory, for some reason, in it being on a Thursday. The world closes down shop, rolls down the steel cage..
A Million Truths, Randomly Held Aloft by Fools.. In this interval of time, where opposing political tribes shield their own gropers with one hand and spear enemy pervs with the other, my mind settled upon Kathy Griffin. She has morphed, physically, into a kind of evil Howdy Doody doll, looking as though she were taking..
