I’m sure we are all very, very sick of hearing and reading about Donald Trump; like the proverbial train wreck, it’s been hard to look away. But after all the boorish chest-thumping and invisible cocaine-snorting and sweating and bullying on television the other night, all I could say was I am not watching any more debates. Why should I waste my time listening to a bloviating sociopath waxing dimly about his greatness? Trump denied, the next day, that he ever Read More…

Last week I was at an event celebrating National Caribbean-American Heritage Month in Los Angeles (I’m from Haiti). At one point, one of the evening’s performers, V.S. Russell, a lively and entertaining storyteller from Jamaica, encouraged guests to participate in a call and response. He entreated us to join in the fun with words to the effect of, “When I say this, you say that.” That was spoken in the patois of his native Jamaica, and was unintelligible to all Read More…

While out of town on business, my husband and I recently found ourselves in a movie theater, where the only thing playing within a reasonable time frame was a superhero movie. As a result, we got to sit through trailer after trailer for upcoming superhero movies! Which got me ruminating on the currently insatiable appetite for these films. Could it be that, at this particular time and place in history, we feel helpless? Do we yearn to be saved by Read More…

I keep thinking about how the Obama administration had to publicly promise Russia that the United States would not torture Edward Snowden even though it really, really wants to. It would be hilarious, if only torture weren’t so grim. I’m positively misty-eyed for the good ole days when the U.S. inspired horror in liberals for shipping prisoners off to “black sites” for that nasty wet work. Now, we openly admit to being a black site!* Plus, the sleazy supplication gave Read More…