I have no intention of stopping writing. I could wax poetic about how I would surely shrivel into wee flaky bits should I put down the pen, but I probably wouldn’t. It’s much more likely that I would assume status melancholy, eat too much pizza and drink too much Cabernet, and would instead expand steadily [...]

I spent inauguration day with a dear friend, a generally rational woman with the exception of those events involving vodka or the District of Columbia. Given her level of fear about all things District, many of her trips across the bridge ultimately involve vodka, and sometimes beer, and quite possibly roofies. The daughter of [...]