Watching David Williams maneuver as the Republican leader in Frankfort is like seeing Goliath battle a hundred little Davids.
As I navigated my son’s stroller through the press of holiday shoppers a few weeks ago, I could hear the high-pitched shrieks of a small boy in the midst of one very loud tantrum.
Summary of My Discontent
Now that your New Year’s resolution to give up butter, tobacco and/or interstate truck-stop pornography is but a wistful pipedream, perhaps it’s time to strive for something attai
The new bridge sparkled in the way only concrete does, a flat kind of matte-bright that stripped the finish off the sun, giving the hulking concrete span a clear coat appropriate for the mome
Fables of the Deconstruction
This was the year that I finally gave up on pop culture. No, that’s not exactly right.
Keeping Up with the Jones
I’m not big on New Year’s resolutions, but I’m asking readers to make one for 2009. Stay engaged! That’s it. It might be harder than you think.