Everybody’s Mad

Four months into the coronavirus crisis, and four tortuous months until the next presidential election, I'm beginning to wonder whether we'll make it to next weekend. Every day, every hour, every fricking minute these days is a slog. Everything is a battle. Everybody's mad. Whaddya say -- just spitballing here -- that we all self-isolate… Continue reading Everybody’s Mad

Our Times

These times that we live in -- these, right here, right now -- are extraordinary, aren't they? I'm old enough (quiet, already!) to have lived through a half-dozen wars, a president being assassinated (c'mon, I was a baby), a couple of other ones being shot at, the first moon landing, the fall of the Berlin… Continue reading Our Times

Lyrical: Ed Sheeran

Let me first point out that, despite what my brothers sometimes say, I am not a 14-year-old girl. Demographically, I belong with those girls in Ed Sheeran's fan club about as much as he belongs in mine. That little misconception -- the one about me being a teen girl -- might be understandable, considering my… Continue reading Lyrical: Ed Sheeran

Quarantine Reflections

Years from now, when we're squeezed hip-to-hip into a stadium somewhere, or we're side-shouldering our way through a party, or jammed into a vestibule waiting to be seated at a noisy restaurant, these past few months will be little more than a gauzy, annoying tic in our collective minds, to be brushed away and left… Continue reading Quarantine Reflections


This week, in a normal world, I'd be throwing my sticks into the back of the car, snagging the biggest Coke Zero I could wrap my fingers around, and motoring off toward South Carolina and my annual golf trip with my brothers. We've recently established, though -- by we, I mean everybody -- that this… Continue reading Whifffff

Moving On

We churn along in this endless cycle, waking up, zombie-ing through the days, eating, sleeping, repeating, repeating, repeating ... (Wait a second. I've been told -- by my partner in pandemic, my compatriot in Covid circumvention, the disease-dodging doyenne of the Donovan-DiLonardo household ((my wife, Mary Jo)) -- that my posts during this coronavirus lockdown… Continue reading Moving On