Pablo Diego José Francisco de Paula Juan Nepomuceno María de los Remedios Cipriano de la Santísima Trinidad Ruiz y Picasso (better known by his stage name, Pablo Picasso) is very i[...]

About a week ago, I received the following email: Paul – Please write an article about the Arizona Immigration Law.  I’d be interested in your opinion. - Dave Well, Dave, because y[...]

I should have known when the electronic kiosk didn’t recognize my reservation beyond suggesting that I was perhaps a woman named Ann Lee.  It is a comfort, however, knowing that th[...]

It was 1987. We took the Long Island Railroad to Penn Station, hopped off, and ambled over to Beefsteak Charlie’s for sirloins, all-you-can-eat salad and all-you-can-drink Pabst Bl[...]

Somewhere along the way, whether it was because my chromosomes lined up in a certain manner or because my mom didn’t hold me enough as a child, I became wired to not like a lot of [...]

Writing about health care reform is like trying to eat alphabet soup with a knife.  It is shaky, messy, and at the end of the meal, or the rant, one ends up less satiated than at t[...]

The “missed connections” personal ads on Craigslist are my constant reminder of how close our society is to self-annihilation. The “missed connections” personal ads on Craigslist s[...]

It’s been two days since this year’s lake encounter came to an end and I can still smell her on my skin. It could be the lake I smell or it could be the shitty little mustache righ[...]

A few weeks ago, my Australian friend Chris brought his girlfriend to Kansas City.  After I’d dragged them to the requisite KC stops – Oklahoma Joe’s barbecue, the Nelson-Atkins ar[...]

The bathtub on the fourteenth floor of the Sheraton in downtown Washington, D.C., was full of Coors Light cans and ice. My fake Iowa driver’s license, printed on the back of one of[...]