As I turned off the Guardian I felt a mix of fear, longing, and separation anxiety—tinged with stomach butterfly excitement and a little bit of guilt. This machine, and her predecessor, have kept me alive since 2005. Oooooo, I like that. Alive since...

So I’ve been getting a lot of flak about my language recently. Not about my in-person language, which could be a lot better. And not about my language in my blog, where cursing seems more socially acceptable; but in my books. Well, specifically in...

So last Thanksgiving, Val Kilmer bought me a turkey. This year he did not, thank God. Not that it wasn’t a great turkey, and not that I didn’t enjoy eating it, but I just felt there were others whose need was so much greater than my own. So it was...

“So,” Nurse Eve said as she stepped into my car for pre-dawn commute to the clinic, “I see you single-handedly brought Presbyterian to its knees.” Huh? “Weren’t you thrilled to get the letter?” What letter? She-who-gets-the-mail has...