Stop Calling Me Surly

Celebrating Hunter S. Thompson

It’s dangerous to write about Louisville’s most celebrated writer, who died nine years ago tomorrow. “Hunter S.

Summary of My Discontent

A snow baby

According to family lore, I was born during a snowstorm. My dad drove my mom to the hospital, all of two blocks away in our tiny Indiana town.

In Visible Ink

Who will revere the trans woman?

Gabourey Sidibe, the actress from the movie “Precious” and TV’s “American Horror Story,” created quite a stir during an appearance on “The Arsenio Hall Show&rdqu

Fun with Shrapnel

Testing the waters

For the last three years, I have not been actively seeking a new full-time job. I worked enough to pay my bills and took the down time in my career to become a wife and a mother.

Stop Calling Me Surly

Heroin madness

The heroin epidemic got a little more personal Sunday with the news that it had claimed the life of Philip Seymour Hoffman at 46. We had mutual friends in the acting community.

Summary of My Discontent

Furniture Against Firearms

A gun-control organization is calling for the resignation of a state representative after her gun misfired in her Capitol Annex office.

In Visible Ink

Ending the silence

On the heels of celebrations recognizing Dr.

Fun with Shrapnel

Be brave

Living in New Albany is an odd experience for a Louisvillian. I, like so many from the 502, am wedded with a sick dedication to my city. Why Louisville? Because Louisville.

Stop Calling Me Surly

Medics, meds and monkeys

There are a few precious milestones I thought I might not live to see, but my soul is a little more rested now that a nurse practitioners’ bill is on a fast track for passage by the state leg

Summary of My Discontent

Death of a telephone

I recently conducted an experiment to see how long I could go without making a phone call. This was not a pursuit of pure science: Just before Christmas, my phone died.