“I wrote 63 songs this year. They’re all about Jeter.” Just kidding. The game we love, the players we hate, and more.
From Norman Mailer to Wendy Pepper — everything on film, TV, books, music, and snacks (shut up, raisins), plus the Girls’ Bike Club.
Helping public schools, winning prizes, sending a crazy lady in a tomato costume out in public.
Monologues, travelogues, fiction, and fart humor. And hens. Don’t forget the hens.
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Welcome back to the pleasant and relaxed Poppy-Fields Movie Couch Of Fame, friends! Today’s nominee is brought to us by reader Craig: The Hunt For Red October.
Sherry went into her bedroom. The livable half, the light coming through the blue tarps, looked like it should be a seafood restaurant called The Mermaid Grotto, and it smelled like a lumberyard.
After watching the team Olympic figure-skating competition, I was reminded of a YA book that I read in the mid-late ’90s.
I struggled with which movie to plop onto the Couch Of Fame with an afghan and a sleeve of Thin Mints first. A classic universally acknowledged, like The Godfather? A flawed but appealing baseball flick …
About 15 years ago I picked up a book of seven or so short stories in my local bookstore. The stories were written by a young woman — I think this was her first published …
I’ve just finished losing a considerable amount of weight, and for the first time in my adult life I want to own a bikini.
I have a new roommate who brought a cat with him and she is now the apple of my eye, the stars, the moon, the assumed owner of our apartment.
One of these days, sandals weather will come back to stay (“…she says, angrily stuffing her fleece-lined boots back on with a predicted low of 35”). Check out all the wedges, t-straps, and sneakery sandals …