Francis Brennan graduated from Catholic University in 2011. This is significant to note, because attending Catholic University means agreeing to a pretty strict and clear-cut moral code. It includes the following: I bring this up because, these days, ol’ Francis is employed as the director of strategic response for the

So if you read my previous post, you’ll see a good ol’ dumping on my long-ago hometown and its refusal to retire the Indian mascot from its sports teams. What followed was the standard reaction—some amens, some boos. But one reaction that hit me hard was from a Mahopac High

So I’m sorta speechless right now, because moments ago I learned on Facebook that the above image is the cover of my high school’s yearbook. Yup. I attended Mahopac High in Putnam County, N.Y. Back when I was there in the late-1980s, the town was … well … um …

In case you missed it, early today Kayleigh McEnany, the White House press secretary, was asked whether Donald Trump condemned the actions of Kyle Rittenhouse, the 17-year-old who shot protesters. Her reply (with crucifix dangling from her necklace): “The president is not going to weigh in on that.” This should

Because we now life inside a political/societal blender, it’s easy to get distracted by the 189,543 things swirling around us at all times. There’s a rally over here. A march over there. A murder over there. A Trump Tweet there. A outrageous statement. An empty baseball stadium. A trial. A

So—a confession: Two weeks ago a Peloton arrived at the Pearlman household. And I was embarrassed. I was embarrassed because a Peloton is stupid expensive. I was embarrassed because a Peloton is a major luxury when so many people are struggling. I was embarrassed because I live in Orange County,

Today is not the best. I’m down. I’m battered. It’s hot as fuck and I’m tired of not having plans. Truly, that’s one of the big takeaways from COVID-19 life: I miss plans. I miss seeing people. I miss going to a pizza joint and sitting down with two slices