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“Goldsby quicksteps from bumptious to bawdy to trenchant with impeccable timing with her hilarious, truth-telling writing. Brava!” Betsy Burton, The King’s English
Goldsby’s popular blog features essays about her life as a musician, parent, wife, and observer of all things bizarre and wonderful.
Tree, Tree, Tree
Shortly after sunrise, on a February morning in 2023, a tree removal company showed up across the street from our home and began their city-ordained
Civility
“How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment to improve the world.” Anne Frank Our moment is here. Kamala Harris has earned
Quiet, Interrupted
We’re in the zone—reading, contemplating the day’s highlights and lowlights, planning dinner, waiting to board a flight, worrying about our dwindling savings accounts, or, in
Playing with Words
My father plays the drums. He also tells stories. When I was a child, he entertained our family at dinnertime with colorful observations about playing
Flying Home for Funerals
Here’s what no one told us when we moved to a far-away land clutching a bag full of youthful dreams for our future: One day,
Little Scraps of Paper
Kids and drunks have a lot in common. They’re brutally honest, totally unpredictable, and anxious to be noticed, even if it means jumping up and
The Boy Who Chased Butterflies
As a child, my brother, Curtis Rawsthorne, liked to chase insects, moths, and butterflies. I have an image of him on a random ridge of
King of Kings
Lovely to see so many members of the press corps here today. I know how busy you are covering Omicron, Ghislaine, and Harry and Meghan’s
Wake Up, Santa!
In 1972 I won the coveted role of the talking Christmas tree at South Hills Village in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, a classic suburban shopping mall whose
