Even when I was a kid in my 20s, I thought there was something screwball about the Left. Later, during my college days, I noticed that liberal activists were void

The other day, I was folding laundry with a typical pained expression. Another great, $25 Henley T-shirt. Ruined. This one was splattered with the oily fingerprints of Bernstein’s Restaurant Recipe

I was born a nostalgic soul, attracted to realities thousands of years past, sometimes a childhood away. This time of year — and I know the reason why — I’m

Christmas is right around the corner. I’m so behind. Worse. It’s the 14th. I’ve yet to even think about my annual Christmas Party. Fortunately, I’m self-employed. There’s just me and

Only a few of us will be lucky enough to make it through the holidays without a trip to the airport. A couple weeks back, I took a certain family

Until two days ago, I had no idea professional cuddlers existed. Starting pay is $80 an hour. Less 15 percent that goes back to the internet clearing house that arranges

“Whoremonger” is a wonderful noun, a brutal onomatopoeia impossible to enunciate softly. It neatly comes with its own exclamation mark. We should use it more often. Of course, there are

I was stopped at a light, smiling, staring through the storefront window. It was a hot yoga class. Middle-aged grown-ups in clown-colored workout gear were sweating, grimacing and writhing in

In a hastily called press conference, House Minority Leader Nancy Pelosi announced that the first order of business the Democratic-led House will tackle in 2019 is giving the vote to

The fabled mythicist Joseph Campbell was once asked what was that One Important Thing he learned from a lifetime of studying religions and cultures. Without pause, he answered: “We get

A friend of mine noted that the devil never comes at you spewing threats and garlicky breath. Rather, he approaches by placing a friendly hand on your back, as if

A while ago, I was attending a beginning-of-the-school-year pageant. Several hundred of us were jammed in my daughter’s private granola school gymnasium for the obligatory autumn pontifications. Sitting next to

Carousing in Downtown Los Angeles a few nights ago, I witnessed an interesting spectacle, part performance art and part gym class ballet. A legion of the Los Angeles Police Department’s

Dearest Pops, Sunday, hanging over the crispest blue Canyon Country sky, I saw a stratocumulus cloud. Fluffy on top, flat as a board and darkly ominous on bottom. I smiled