Things I’m Verbing: Bitter pills, thundersnow and big questions for feminism

How you holding up, East Coast? Or the entire northern Midwest, for that matter? For my part, I discovered this morning that thundersnow exists outside of Chicago. Living on an island, for someone who grew up in a river valley and lived for 12 years next to a lake, is a real trip. I wantContinue reading “Things I’m Verbing: Bitter pills, thundersnow and big questions for feminism”

Things I’m Verbing: Opportunism, exposure and at least some cause for optimism

I can’t entirely fathom what I woke up to today. Two black men murdered by police on two subsequent days, plus this hideous thing that’s happened in Dallas  — I admit, I am beaten down by this, and I’m simply not able to react right now. Give me some time. Not right now. However, I do have itContinue reading “Things I’m Verbing: Opportunism, exposure and at least some cause for optimism”

Things I’m Verbing: Lake Wobegon farewell, sheriff’s badges of the alt-right and fact-checking A.O. Scott

Editors want reporters to have areas of expertise, and sometimes it’s a bit embarrassing, but let’s be real: One of my indisputable areas of expertise is Captain America. I’m not a New York Times film critic like A.O. Scott, but over the weekend, I became embarrassed for him. In a survey of politically empty summer blockbusters, he of courseContinue reading “Things I’m Verbing: Lake Wobegon farewell, sheriff’s badges of the alt-right and fact-checking A.O. Scott”