Lisa Dettlinger lives in a Victorian-style shotgun house on Lexington Road, the last in a row of similarly sized bungalows that line the north side of the stretch of road connecting Baxter Av
Keeping Up with the Jones
ATLANTA—I did an NPR interview debating Ward Connerly on diversity and civil rights a few years ago. It was interesting.
When Michael Jackson died, about 5 percent of me believed he would come back.
Fables of the Deconstruction
Last time, when our theme was “Wish You Were Here,” I knew the phrase would make you think of that song by Pink Floyd.
Summary of My Discontent
Hold an ice cube on your belly until it melts. Learn to identify 20 trees by looking at their leaves.
Yep, I’m Gay
There is nothing I love more than a tragic love story: tales of star-crossed lovers, fairy-tale narratives of couples road-tripping it, trying to escape parents and mental hospitals — t
Every time former President George W. Bush talked about bringing justice to a particular set of bad people, I died a little inside.
I’m not sure if I ever attended a slumber party where somebody didn’t play at least one 45 of Michael Jackson songs.
“… all experience hath shown that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustome