Hello! This is over-medicated with synthetic thyroid hormone Newsbunny! My hands are shaking! My heart is beating! It beats with the LOVE OF NEWS! Yes, I’m talking to the doctor today and I will be my sad misanthropic self tomorrow!
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The apartment felt like a box, an old shoebox shoved under a bed and forgotten.
It was in a house that back in the day must have been a showpiece, long ago when the Merrimack River powered the mills that employed thousands, and when the mill owners lived on the hills, like this one, looking down on their anthills. Lawrence, Massachusetts, was never an easy town. It was always a city of blue collars and dive bars and shady, desperate characters. But now the mills were closed, the river was choked with pollution, and Lawrence was known as the arson capitol of the nation. Continue reading
Let me tell you what horror is. Horror is me sitting at my desk, hands posed over the keyboard, looking at five minutes of blank copy. I got nuttin’ because it’s a holiday weekend. This why all us alleged news types go postal over the fucking hot dog eating contest and start babbling on about what’s happening with Fox’s Twitter feed (hello! Free PR for the competition!) or stupid medical studies we’ve stockpiled for these news emergencies or whatever. Because I got nothing but hot dogs and fireworks. Nothing.
Still, I search. I search for you.
On a day when we remember the Founding Fathers of America, let’s try to remember the Founding Mothers, too.
Abigail Adams, our second First Lady, wife of John Adams. Abigail famously wrote her husband, as he served as Massachusetts’ representative to the Continental Congress in Philadelphia, to ‘remember the ladies.’ Abigail was an enormous proponent of women’s property rights, among other things, long before it was cool. Continue reading
Wee! Firecrackers and all that! Continue reading
Tell me. Do you have dirty thoughts? Continue reading
Look at them! Look at them in their bare legs poking out from beneath shorts and flowing skirts, feet exposed in sandals, arms soaking up the sun in short sleeves and halter tops, saying to each other: What a beautiful day! Isn’t the sun lovely! It’s so warm!
Then look at me. Continue reading
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My heart grows more weary every day. Continue reading
I have just returned from seeing my beloved husband perform at an open mic. My husband is delightful, and very funny. Not so funny is the woman who chose to talk about how funny a word labia is for five minutes. One takes the good with the bad. And so it is with news.