It was a buffoon’s pathological yearning to be in the spotlight — as opposed to power — that brought Donald here.                                                                     […]


Let’s stop being idiots.                                                                                                       […]

Cartoony victims don’t bleed. My arms assured me I was no cartoon.                                                                                       […]

I was whimpering into a spoon.                                                                                                   […]

Without my permission, I suddenly turned into a spurned lover.                                                                                           […]

What’s new? Nothing and everything. The future is now.                                                                                             […]

When people refer to themselves as “single,” their voice drops a little.                                                                                       […]

In my other life, I get to sleep in my own bed.                                                                                       […]

We’ve floated from Tehran rooftops to the streets of Florence to cathedral catacombs of Upper Manhattan.                                                                               […]

Such ugly fun. Naturally I was addicted.                                                                                                 […]