Today is the 121st birthday of Dorothy Parker. Her poem “Telephone” is something everyone has felt, if they want to admit it or not. She had the wit of three people and the alcohol tolerance to match. 459 more words
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Recently I was taking a friend to her physical therapy appt. This was another mom I met through my mom’s group, and when we met, it was like her “mom soul” hugged my “mom soul”. 349 more words
As of late, I have taken to adventuring with my parents around my hometown (Boulder, CO), or as I like to call the trips “begetter-begotten escapades.” My father and I have delved into beer while my mother and I have been sipping cappuccinos, afterwards rating them on Yelp with a written review detailing the vast inequities or overwhelming successes of each enterprise. 708 more words
America’s militarized police forces now have some highly visible tools at their disposal, some of which have been in the spotlight this week: machine guns, night-vision equipment, military-style vehicles, and a seemingly endless amount of ammo. 100 more words