By Nancy Ford When I was a kid, going to camp was a nonstarter for me. I love nature, but if we’re talking about an extended stay, I have always preferred climate control and real furniture that doesn’t leave folding lawn chairs’ plastic webbing strip marks across — or picnic table bench splinters — in

By Nancy Ford So how is everybody? Doing OK despite these 100°+ temperatures that make Texans feel like they’ve taken jobs as Hollywood stuntwomen wrapped in fire suit? You’re not crazy with the heat if you think that summers are getting hotter. They are, and it’s not just because myriad Sarah Paulson movies are available

By Nancy Ford Every year, just like clockwork, when June rolls around, there is a feeding frenzy among manufacturers of consumer goods to slap a rainbow on their merchandise to celebrate (sellabrate?) LGBTQ Pride. Some of these gay-targeted products include beer, vodka, shoes, watches, soap, LEGO characters, cosmetics, pillows, razors, Band-Aids, eyewear… basically everything on

By Nancy Ford   Hey, everyone! Did you have a nice lesbian Visibility Day on April 26? I sure did! To celebrate, I went shopping at Costco and bought one of their renowned rotisserie chickens. I was fully masked, of course (Covid, you know), but I’ve been feeling so empowered since I received my Pfizer booster

By Nancy Ford Ah Covid, you rat bastard. Here we are, more than a year after you wormed your way into our lives, wreaking havoc and breaking hearts. You’ve done your worst, but it appears that science and common sense have you on the run. And how appropriate that much of the world is re-emerging

By Nancy Ford Well gang, at this writing, Texas continued to reel from The Great Arctic Blow of ’21. Are you doing OK? Got everything you need? Power? Water? Food? Sunscreen for an impromptu getaway to Cancun? Interesting that Blow’s real name is Winter Storm Uri, which we assume short for Urinary. Appropriate. This storm

By Nancy Ford How’s the year going for you? So far so good here. Thank the Good Lord and my sweet and perpetually hand-washing partner, I’ve managed to avoid the covid.  Not to brag, but I’ve got this isolation thing down, cold. Except for the peeing-in-jars thing, that Howard Hughes guy may have been on

By Nancy Ford In a year where a previously unknown virus held the globe in a death grip, the economy tanked, and hugging random strangers became a form of assault, it’s hard to remember that 2020 also had its sunny moments. Pop open a bottle of bubbly, put your feet up, and enjoy these highs

By Nancy Ford Nearly twelve months ago on New Year’s Eve, my partner and I stayed home and quietly toasted the exit of 2019, confident that 2020 would be a vast improvement over a year that included a presidential impeachment, massive earthquakes, mass shootings, the burning of the Notre Dame Cathedral. And who could forget

By Nancy Ford Ahhhhh. That’s the collective sound of America exhaling — something most of us have been waiting to do for more than four years. Suffice it to say: tensions have been high. The election broke all records in terms of voter turnout, from voters on both sides. Do you know what else was