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What I would have given to have been able to take notes as I watched the play Ann: An Affectionate Portrait of Ann Richards, at the Kennedy Center this week. In fact, I had tucked a notepad and pen...
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I’d like it to be noted that I endured 24 hours without Wikipedia. But I didn’t. I got in. Meanwhile, Internet stakeholders-turned-doomsayers appear to have scuttled the online piracy debate captained...
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In a concert Mary Chapin Carpenter once introduced her song, “The Last Word,” as many songwriters do, by telling the audience what inspired her to write it. She observed that often writers are inspired...
View ArticleDrawl come back now
Having written a fair number of executive briefing books in my career, it’s hard for me to resist drafting briefing notes for presidential hopeful Mitt Romney as he faces important primaries in the...
View ArticleReign maker
Thank you, Mitt Romney, for raining on my wilting blog. If you hadn’t noticed, the Word Nymph’s crop of lexicological sustenance has been as dry as the American plains. Until today. The presumptive GOP...
View ArticleExtreme Fletchercise
As Americans learned more about vice presidential candidate Paul Ryan over the weekend, it was most likely intended that we each find something about the man we could relate to. I know I did....
View ArticleSo tarred
Nothing wakes me up like a good mixed metaphor. But you already know that; they’re honored all over this place. This morning, still sleepy, I filled my morning mug while listening to Today’s...
View ArticleHair today…
Okay, this is getting a little scary. I have two things in common with vice presidential candidate Paul Ryan. You might remember, we’re both Fletch aficionados. Much has been made of Congressman Ryan’s...
View ArticleIt’s courtesy, stupid.
Humans communicate far more boldly from behind a wall than they do face to face. Think about it. Many are quick to brandish a middle finger when cut off in traffic. Even a certain Southern Gentleman I...
View ArticleInto the ears of babes
The question of the day: Where were you when President Kennedy was shot? Perhaps more important, what did it mean to you at the time? For me, it all boils down to one word. On November 22, 1963, I was...
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