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Archive for June, 2007

06/26/2007

On the Go

Parties, pet-sitting and Pa’s new play make this a busy week.     By Hannah Wallace   Of course, the week that I’m house- and dog-sitting for the Harribles—in damn Ellenton—would coincide with a number of things requiring me to be in Sarasota (not the least of which is work—as I discovered this morning, just […]

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06/18/2007

Keeping Them in Stitches

Little J. stood by me at  the clinic—but then he saw the blood.   By Hannah Wallace   My Rock ‘Em Sock ‘Em tomboy childhood (and, well, adulthood, too) has left me with loads of scar stories to tell. Despite the idiocy revealed in these stories, I’ll readily explain how I got the line through […]

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06/12/2007

Cheetah, The Sequel

  I happily return to the scene of “naked chicks and booze.”   By Hannah Wallace   “I really, really enjoyed it. Very exotic!” —Phoebe, congratulating a stripper on Friends.   Ok, I can write about marathons and sailboats all I want, but I know what you all are really looking for: more Cheetah Club […]

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06/8/2007

Naked Games

Of sports, chauvinists and strip clubs.   By Hannah Wallace   “Mr. Treehorn treats objects like women, man.” –The Dude, The Big Lebowski   After trying to follow through on last entry’s promise of another gender-related rant—and succeeding in far too many words—I had to limit myself to mentioning only a couple Wheldon-aggravated issues bouncing […]

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06/6/2007

Let’s Talk About Sex

Is it PMS, my broken nail, or my innate, girlish feistiness that makes me want to strangle Dan Wheldon? By Hannah Wallace   Bear with me as I use this entry to mold a few ideas. (Thoughts rarely get set if they stay in my head; I find I need ideas made manifest so I […]

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