You’ll find a disproportionate number of newspaper columns here compared to any other category of my published writing, at least early on into this website’s history. That could change later. But I doubt it will.
Because columns were always my favorite thing to write back in my features-dude days, the equivalent of newspaper-sanctioned blogs, for print. In the years since leaving newspapers behind, I’ve thought a lot about why I’m so taken with the format. And also about the fact I’ve quite clearly never really left newspapers behind.
The answer is simple, and unfortunate: I’m a windbag. That can type.
key west: shine forbes
a personal eulogy: for shine, for us all; from 2000
one dumb thing
about one of life’s unexpected, utterly unforgettable moments; 2006
attending the wrong dance
cowboy boots + bacardi rum at the local teen cotillion; 2006
celebrate, right now
cancer, fear + it’s a far better world with my sister michele in it; 2005
paradise by the bug-light glow
hot donuts like sugar-silk on the tongue + pretty decent coffee, + that’s enough; 2005
i do, i did + now I don’t
divorce sucks, no matter what, or when, or why; 2005
the blarney on the blarney
happy st. paddy’s day + I was neither drunk nor stoned, just silly; 2005
a newly decorated life
ready, set … start over; 2006