It’s Ethan HAWKE, Not Ethan “Who?”

Earlier this week I was telling Deb at work that I’d read in a Vanity Fair article that Bruce Springsteen did not hire a ghostwriter to help pen his new autobiography; instead, every word is his own. I told her that I really respected celebrities who did this. Like Ethan Hawke, who actually wrote andContinue reading “It’s Ethan HAWKE, Not Ethan “Who?””

Oh, Sheila

I was out walking on my lunch hour yesterday, phone in hand, which I was checking periodically. There is nothing unusual about this; I often look at my phone while walking, either┬áto track┬ámy workout progress on MyFitnessPal or queue up my camera for potential photo opportunities. There were lots of people out and about, andContinue reading “Oh, Sheila”

Punctuation Menopause

I have recently been informed that the period is dead. RIP, period. We hardly knew ye. Actually, we knew ye for a good long time, but you are as obsolete as rotary telephones and dial-up modems now. Even The Washington Post says so. The younger generation shuns you. You have been demoted to a mereContinue reading “Punctuation Menopause”