Ye Old Festival of Eccentricity

I don’t belong in this era. I have hippy-long hair, I listen to ballroom jazz like a granny and when I speak, it sounds like 1940s cinema meets digital slang. But even I can’t help but judge the corsets drippin...

And You Think Your Job is Hard…

Last weekend I finally decided to put an end to the “dark cloud” that’s been hovering over me for a couple of months—I actually finished my Christmas shopping. And this was not an easy thing to accomplish, I co...
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Sitting Courtside: Give A Little Bit

 Want to know the definition of embarrassment? Find the child in your local mall or grocery store whose mother thought it was a great idea to strap a leash on him, and look at his poor little face. Ther...