What A World

One of my greatest fears as a lesbian is, admittedly, something of a puzzlement.

My goodness. In nearly 25 years of writing this column, never before have I experienced such an outpouring of encouragement and kindness from those of you who responded to my recent endeavor to lose weight,…

The trouble first popped up during our conversation on my birthday.

The other day while grocery shopping, I bought a case of bottled water. There was nothing the least bit remarkable about this water other than it was a 35-pack on sale for $3.99, a bargain…

A few Saturday afternoons ago, I was running errands in the Greenway Plaza neighborhood. I love Greenway. It has been my home for 20 or more of the 30 years I’ve been a Houston resident.…

It’s more socially acceptable to be a fag than fat. Attach “fat” to any insult and the tension is automatically escalated. Are overweight kids taunted less often than gay kids? Where, then, are the candlelight…

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: what a year, what a year. It began with the dizzying high of our own Annise D. Parker riding her stellar qualifications and outstanding public service…

In many ways, I’m an old-fashioned, traditional gal. I like my poetry rhyming, my opera Italian, and my Gaga tartar. Likewise, there are a few set traditions in my household that have firmly ensconced themselves…

What an incredible job I have. In addition to the privilege of pouring out my own personal tragedies and triumphs and bugaboos to you—a monthly literary therapeutic self-purging, if you will—I get a lot of…

Hi Honey! It was great to talk to you last night; thanks for calling your Aunt Nancy. Did you receive the birthday card I sent? A camp-out birthday party sounds like a fun way to…