Easter Egg Overdose

Easter Egg Overdose

The season of egg salad has arrived. Spring is a sacred time for all religions–a time of renewal–buds on the trees, plants poking through the ground. I was told by one of my farming mentors Wiccans advise planting parsley on Good Friday and say it’s...

Making Memories

I remember I used to get up early in the mornings and have tea with Dad before he went to work. Sometimes I got a dab of cologne while he shaved. I remember the holidays Mom put together, not having had many traditions in her childhood. The walnut cookies, the...

Miss Piggy: The Picture of Domestic Violence

Kermit the Frog is 60 years old. He’s had a long and sordid career, escaping the educational mission of Sesame Street for the PG variety show spinoff The Muppet Show. I’m watching with my son. We got the complete Muppet Show collection a few years ago. I...

Gay with a Small g Means Happy.

The boy and I went to the movies after raiding a store for snacks. Smuggling food is fun. Paying double-digits for stale GMO-popped grains swimming in chemical “butter” is not fun. Food concealed, we bought tickets and sat down. I’d been warned by...