Raised by an Irish mother, I was raised with butter. I can hardly remember olive oil ever being part of a meal, in any way — either cooking or seasoning.

After being in Asia for some years, maybe decades, I remember coming back to the West and noticing how much people were using the phrase “my truth” to explain or

I might never have seen such a terse and accurate depiction of the nature of the condition we might call “anxiety“. The particulars of these graphics notwithstanding, this meme has

Seen on the highway to the racetrack at Thruxton just now: At least it’s not Central Gut-Punch.

It’s a work in progress, folks. Were it not for the Buddhist genes — man, we’d be in sorry shape here.