Tag: faux socialite

Kids, I've been consulting with the chipmunks that feed off the crumbs off our next door neighbor- a down and out Taco house and the prognosis is not good. No matter what they have been able to say to...

There comes a venerable rite of one's adulthood passage where they can remark on that one disastrous Christmas eve dinner. Mine it seems came this past weekend, and now that it's come and gone I am happily smirking, happy...

For a while lately I have been complaining about my resilient state of glamorous poverty (that's right kids being a writer is best reserved for those of you with trust funds like my esteemed...