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

By Nancy Ford It’s significant to note that this is the final What a World I get to share with you prior to the presidential election. My, how time flies when you’re living in a fascist regime. Kidding. It’s been a long, hard, exhausting four-year cluster-covfefe. I agree with the general assessment that this election

By Nancy Ford So how’s everybody doing this summer? Eating those Goya beans? Staying away from demon dreams and Satan semen? Have you joined the Mary Trump fan club yet? Hard to believe we’re barely through half of this crazy sh*tstorm of a year. If I didn’t know better, I would swear that 2020 was

By Nancy Ford Hey, gay gang! Happy Pride Month! OK, perhaps it’s not the happiest Pride Month we’ve ever experienced. As most of you likely already know, the wise and prudent folks of Pride Houston made the decision to postpone Pride 2020 festivities until this coming fall as a means of protecting us from the

By Nancy Ford I miss hugs. I miss parties and holiday celebrations with friends. I miss going to a bar for happy hour or to watch a game, eating lukewarm hot dogs out of an uncovered Crockpot. I miss high-fiving strangers, feeling the slight sting of the slap, when our team wins. I miss putting

By Nancy Ford Who could have known that a tiny, little thing like a virus that looks like a pink and red toilet scrubber could have caused so many problems for so many people? As all of us make our way through this chaos wrought by Covid-19, I hope that all of our faithful readers