Planted

I live alone. What friends I do have never visit me for one reason or another. I have no romantic life. No one spends the night here, family or otherwise. It’s just me, all alone. So, where in the hell are all my  [more...]

Those of you who grew up here in Washington as I did will certainly recognize that name — the odd, effeminate, and witty arts reviewer for local television died yesterday. Marlin-Jones always entertained with his  [more...]

Let’s talk about me for a while, shall we? Me, me, me. Myself. And in particular, my age. It’s a strange subject. People usually seem to fall into two categories: those who lie about their age and obsess  [more...]