Rebekah Kuschmider

Since November 8, Bannon has only grown in stature, now looming over the American political landscape like some sort of Godzilla-sized Pepe the Frog meme.

There are bedtime stories, and then there are bed time stories. Wink, wink. Nudge, nudge — know what I mean?

I don’t know what you escape into when you’re overwhelmed these days, but for me? It’s makeup. That’s where the Kardashian binges come in.

We will not be having our first woman president and I, for one, must grieve. A dream deferred.

I’ve never read the Quran or attended a Mosque, but I’m pretty certain that if anyone had the chance to speak directly with the god Allah or the Prophet Muhammad, they would not be saying “Bitches be crazy, yo. Keep them bitches down.”

Buckle up folks, the Senate Democrats just announced they have enough members opposing confirmation of

Canna Vine is making this miraculous concoction that consists of organic marijuana and biodynamically farmed grapes. I don’t know what biodynamic farming is but it does sound very special and like it would result in good tasting wine.

It makes us feel better to say “My kid would never…” but you know what? Any kid might. They run into the street, they climb too high in trees, they put things they find on the ground in their mouths — and it all happens in a second, while a parent’s head is turned.

“You know, in my next life, when I come back, I want to be someone in the WTA because they ride on the coattails of the men. They don't make any decisions, and they are lucky. They are very, very lucky. If I was a lady player, I'd go down every night on my knees and thank God that Roger Federer and Rafa Nadal were born because they have carried this sport. They really have.”

In the latest example of Pope Francis being more connected with reality than pretty much anyone else in Catholic leadership, the Holy Father sugges