The other night after dinner, Paris and I drove to the West End to Cannon Bakery. They have the best desserts, including GF options. After we got our cookies and basque cheesecake, we decided to walk around a bit. Our… Continue reading

Originally published as part of my weekly Sunday morning series. Re-releasing with audio because I can do that now. Also, if the targeted ads on my social media feed are correct, the circus has returned to town this week… For… Continue reading

Hear me read the audio version above. I just saw the Yayoi Kusama exhibit at the Dallas Museum of Art. It’s the pumpkins in the mirror box, speaking plainly. The entryway outside the exhibit had the artist’s statement printed on… Continue reading

What Even Is This Place? For all its glitz and glamour, the last time I was in Las Vegas in summer 2024, the most bang I got for my buck was a virtual reality ride at a mall. We had… Continue reading

I make more than my fair share of mistakes on the air. As a recovering perfectionist/lawyer, it used to haunt me. Now I realize I can’t know everything, and even all that I do know doesn’t always come out just… Continue reading

The other day, I needed something, and without even knowing it @28lesbian on tumblr delivered. I wasn’t even on tumblr when I saw it, in fact. I saw it how I saw a lot of stuff I see online –… Continue reading

Audio Block Double-click here to upload or link to a .mp3. Learn more This week, Paris’s grandmother died. She was 90 years old and had been diagnosed with Stage IV liver cancer just a few weeks ago.  I hate to… Continue reading

Audio Block Double-click here to upload or link to a .mp3. Learn more I’m hurtling through space at a couple hundred miles per hour somewhere over Mississippi. I’m in the last row of first class on an airplane not much… Continue reading

Audio Block Double-click here to upload or link to a .mp3. Learn more I pulled a knife out of my mailbox this week. To be clear, it wasn’t a threat. I was expecting this knife. It came in a white… Continue reading