Over the holiday, there were a series of essays by big wigs called “Why We Write.”
Whenever anyone asks me why I write, the immediate answer is that I don’t know how to do anything else. I do, of course – I can fill an ice tray like a pro and have on occasion sold sand […]
Don’t know about you, but this time of year, I feel like a Baleen Whale…
Walking through holiday buffets with my mouth wide open, food sifting through my gaping maw and into my gullet. Is it that time of year or the newly-discovered Ramsay BBC specials or the crazy hormone pills my vagina doctor gave me […]
This was the scene last Friday. (We’re standing in front of the building that blew up in “Die Hard.”)
Why’re we all gathered? Because…
Why we are striking? Because…
We had a little help from the local cops…
And because we are writers, there had to be some free food around, courtesy of the nearest agency (they did keep […]
Strike fashions then…
And now…