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I guess it’s the nature of the political beast. In order to win the most votes, you have to say things so vague that the electorate can pretty much read anything they want into it, thereby ensuring that they think you represent them.

Imagine the shock most of us feel when that turns out not to be true.

Let’s take a recent statement uttered by Our Gal, Temporary Sal.  Yes, I know this is like shooting fish in a barrel but she is so good at this stuff that it’s hard not to go to her barrel when looking for

All praise ye, mighty fern. You insist on surviving though planted in the death spot in my yard.  You don’t look as happy as your brethren nearby in the sweet spot. But you bravely hold your head up as high as you can and defy the death spot to defeat you. I salute your courage.

Whenever I am anywhere near my kitchen, my dog Blue follows at my heels as close as she possibly can without having me actually trip over her and banish her to the back yard. She looks like she is absolutely devoted to me. In reality, she is devoted to whatever might fall on the floor while I’m in the kitchen. So… every once in awhile, just to mess with her, I’ll lean down and call her to my outstretched hand. She will eagerly cover the few steps that separate us in the belief that my hand holds food. It doesn’t

Here in Anchorage, we have these insects that appear in what we laughingly refer to as our summer.  They are big overall but very tiny in their individual parts. When they come into your home, they don’t fly as much as they bounce around on your walls.

Every summer they come in to my home while I hold the door open and scream at the dogs to get in and stop dawdling because mosquitoes are coming in with these other insects.  And every year at lease one insect couple have a honeymoon on my wall. I know this is happening

A friend asked me this question recently as we walked the dogs one weekend. She had just spent a lot of money to care for one of her dogs who, I am happy to report, is now much better and back to doing what he does best… distributing dog hair over every surface of her house. I had recently spend almost as much money on Blondie’s dental surgery. We were commiserating about the costs and she clearly wondered if we all just hadn’t lost our collective minds over how much we paid for our pets.

I didn’t know how to

I’ve always suspected that men, if left alone without the influence of women, would eventually prove themselves to be total idiots. And now the Catholic Church has once again confirmed my theory.

That doddering old boys’ club is about to announce new rules to cover that little sex abuse issue that’s recently arisen. Unable, apparently, to find fault with a man without also finding a reason to be hateful to women, the new rules for governing how the church should respond to child sexual abuse among its ALL MALE priesthood will also contain the statement that ordaining women is as

Simply my best friend ever.

Julia O’Malley’s recent pieces about the cost and price of addiction clearly struck a chord with me given the amount of years I’ve labored in the field of human services.

My memories of working with addicts stretch back to the late sixties and early seventies when I worked in a hospital in Brooklyn making extra money by pulling a second shift in the ER. Heroin addicts would come in with virtually no vital signs, we’d shoot some Narcan into them and, in an amazingly brief span of time, they would wake up. Almost inevitably, their first question was, “Where’s my

I was going into a movie with a teen friend. I’d purchased the tickets on Fandango. As we approached the gentleman taking the tickets, I commented on how cheap my ticket was because I now get the senior discount. She shot me an incredulous look and I further commented that the discount had become available when I turned 62 and now I was 63. At this point she said that she couldn’t believe I was old enough for a senior discount because she would never have guessed I was 63. I smiled at obvious compliment that was coming my way