Did you ever wish you'd asked one more question of somebody you once knew, who is no longer around to chat with? The great unasked question most on my mind in recent times is this.
My son, my one and only child, graduates this week. So, in the spirit of letting go, I tried to imagine what life will be like for him in 10 years. This is what I came up with.
Can we really blame them for taking a hot and heavy makeout session to the next obvious level? And if we can, then we've got to be consistent with our blame: If women are expected to abstain, then men must be too.
Listen up, American newborns. I realize your middle ears are still teeming with fluid and you're only capable of responding to high-pitched voices, but in just 35 short years, you'll be eligible to run for our nation's highest office.
Hello, Mr. President! Welcome to the wonderful world of Twitter! A lot has changed in the tweeting world since you stepped into office. Now we can have banners atop our profiles that no one ever sees.
After reading so many anti-Obama, anti-immigrant screeds, I began to wonder, what if all the Right's most extreme rhetoric came together in one place? Behold! The ultimate anti-immigrant op-ed, brought to you by the Republican Party and their extremist base.
The recent Amtrak crash was a tragedy. Why did it happen? American Family Radio host Sandy Rios believes the train engineer's homosexuality could have been a factor. She suggests that the engineer, like all homosexuals, could have been "going through some confusion that has to do with the very core of who they are." This is an interesting angle on the... the... um... um....
Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like smeared cupcakes on an abandoned bake sale table;
You've reached the age when you know a thing or two. You know how to be a silver fox. Just look at you. You're wearing a fleece, so it must be chilly out, yet somehow your skin is tanned. And your pearly white teeth match your hair. Was that intentional? It doesn't matter -- it works.
Far from being the leafy path to serenity, self help became the greasy downhill slide into insanity. I didn't snap out of it until I realized I was wrapping my legs in seaweed and singing to the seals as part of a Loon Point yoga-thin.
Watching the news these days is like watching a long-running soap opera. You can tune out for years, check back and discover that your favorite character is still dying or still having that baby.
Life in the Boomer Lane was in the process of tweaking her latest post about the Hubble discovery of phantom objects lurking around dead quasars, when she happened to glance at the following headline, compliments of Newsweek: The 24-Hour Boob Job.
By the time LBL's kids were teens, they had developed a real preference for any food product sold in cardboard boxes.
It's not just Gail Collins of the New York Times who's noticed that Jeb Bush is making a mess on the campaign trail or whatever trail he's on. That's despite the fact he's always been considered competent (compared to his brother, of course).
I normally have an excellent memory when it comes to birthdays, graduations and other special events that must be recognized via a card, a gift or, at the very least, a congratulatory Facebook post. But I owe a sincere apology to H.J. Heinz Company.
Sharing your personal opinions on Facebook can be a great way to meet new people who disagree with you.