I wanted the first post for this new blog to be all spangly and unicorn-colored, with sage writing tips spewing forth in a rich Pilgrim-style cornucopia, with a sexy new recipe maybe titled “Hucklecherries: They Are Totally a Thing No Really They Are and How to Use Them,” followed by perhaps my picks of designer dresses for spring and ending with a Steve Martin quote.
Well, screw all that noise because I am tired. The best I can tell you is that it's ramp season. Did you know it's ramp season? Go fetch you some ramps and eat them up.
I should amend that to “excited and tired” (to be sung in the style of Little Red from Into the Woods) because THE FATAL FLAME launches on May 12 (finally, can I get an amen?), and the weeks surrounding the national tour are packed with events. It is a time of many interviews and much talk of copper stars. It is a time of telling myself to eat only vegetables because I know I can’t get any in the Houston airport and then eating peanut butter straight from the jar with pepper cracked on it. It is a time of typing many editorials and trying to remember how many times I’ve previously compared Tammany Hall to a super PAC. It is a time of trying to figure out how we can get rid of Ted Cruz, because I am never not wondering how best to get rid of Ted Cruz.
So instead of imparting all the wisdom contained in a single follicle of Neil Gaiman’s hair in this post (which is approximately how much wisdom I have, incidentally), I will simply say: welcome, and please tell me if you want me to cover any topics herein. There are plenty of ways to contact me on this new page, and I am always up for discussing what friends and arch-enemies and readers want to know. Tweet at me, message me, send me a carrier pigeon, and I will do my best to make this blog work for you.
Thanks for visiting!