I have a (former) friend in my hometown of Mahopac, N.Y. He loves Donald Trump and believes strongly in his immigration measures. He is a nice person with a high school education who was born on American soil. He has never served in the military or graduated from college. He
Dear ♐Debbie ↔Trump ♐: One way or another I stumbled upon something you Tweeted out the other day. Specifically, it was this … I would laugh, were I not so horrified. By you. By your message. But your ignorant, hate-filled Twitter feed. Mainly, though, I am horrified by your willingness—either conscious and unconscious—to
In case you missed the horrible news, John McCain has been diagnosed with brain cancer. The Arizona senator has had a long and distinguished career in politics, and while I’ve often disagreed with his positions, I’ve generally found him to be a man of conviction and principles. Or, put different, if
A few hours ago I posted the fifth episode of Two Writers Slinging Yang, my weekly podcast where I chat writing with another scribe. The new episode features Russ Bengtson, my longtime pal best known from his work as Slam Magazine’s editor. Russ was a fabulous guest—lots of stories about
So I was on Facebook a few minutes ago, and Amy Webb, a friend from high school, accidentally sent me a message meant for others. Here’s what she wrote: Hey ladies!!! Amy Hale-Latin and I are teaming up to do a day of mini sessions to benefit Melanie Codi and
I was hired by Sports Illustrated toward the end of 1996, which meant a relocation from Nashville to New York City. Which meant a new (winter-proof) wardrobe. Which meant a new life with no automobile. Which meant a new apartment. My roommate was a pal from the University of Delaware named
I don’t believe I’ve ever met Clay Travis, and I certainly have no beef with/animus toward the guy. I’m not a regular reader of his site, Outkick the Coverage, but only because I don’t particularly care for college sports, and we have but, oh, 16 awake hours in a day
Her grandmother brought a bag of dried prunes to the premiere of “The Joy Luck Club”—then spent the next two hours loudly spitting out the pits. Against all odds, this veteran character actress survived the embarrassment to piece together a remarkable career in film and television.
I’m a New Yorker, and in the aftermath of 9.11 everyone I know who lived or worked in the city tried to help. For some that meant giving money. For some that meant volunteering. For some that meant donating blood, clothes, supplies. My wife, a social worker, volunteered her time
Tonight, for no reason whatsoever, I found myself listening to “We Are The World,” the 1985 song featuring a million superstar singers raising money for USA for Africa. The lineup is a who’s who of the era’s pop, rock and R&B singers, and I decided, right now, to rank the