I’m sure it was a beautiful eulogy. You’re an amazing writer and your writing has moved me many times. Condolences to you and your family.

What a wonderful conversation. Thank you.

Truth! I remember her doing a walk across the White House lawn years ago and her outfit was flawless.

mad props for including “Trumpworld” and “big blow” in the same sentence

I am a lot more sad for Mrs. Yancey. What a colossally shitty thing he has done to her.

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Yes! And seatbelts. And car seats for babies.

Abigail Spanberger, not Springer.

Yes! And it’s not just about reading. On a team of writers, some of whom use AI, the question becomes, “Why should I have to correct what you couldn't be bothered to write accurately/well?”

True Colors too!

I loved this essay then and I love it now.

You’re an artist. Absolutely incredible.

This is horrific. What is the role of the international community in responding to this?

CPR? More like DNR, please

Language hasn’t failed you. This is terrific, important writing.

@clarajeffery.bsky.social , do you know who the photographer is for this picture?

I have a friend in Fort McMurray who asked if there will be a signing event there. Any news to share?

Address?

The part about Dax and Kristen is extra confusing since they have two daughters. The whole song is genius.

I understand that hockey culture and masculinity are the focus of this ChekNews story. But it’s still so discouraging to read a column that ends with such a tone-deaf quote. “‘I don’t know if I can overstate the level of fear that boys and young men are feeling,’ said Reed.”

Is one of them by Fred Eaglesmith? I’m dying to know which artists are in the mix!

The Sound and the Butthole

The Handmaid’s Butthole

How Green Was My Butthole

Sophie’s Butthole

Good lashes and brows! Very sweet.

I’m here for the whole smart thread but especially for the line “God works in mysterious ways or whatever”

Mrs. Dalloway, light of my life, fire of my loins.

In my younger and more vulnerable years Mrs. Dalloway gave me some advice that I’ve been turning over in my mind ever since.

You better not never tell nobody but Mrs. Dalloway. It’d kill your mammy.