Author: Ed Goldman

My working life can be summed up in three rhyming words: headline, deadline and bread line.

Those of you who’ve furnished your home, office, ADU or Quonset hut with a fainting couch may need it for today’s sermon, which includes a nearly profane portmanteau.

Hospitals in critical condition, as well as those already autopsied, are being converted into condo developments, according to various news outlets.

If today’s column were a 1950s movie about corporate shenanigans—like “Executive Suite” or even “The Asphalt Jungle”—there’d be a scene in which an about-to-be disgraced CEO walks into his office and carefully closes the door.

A motivational speaker named Mel Robbins says that if you high-five yourself in the mirror each morning you’ll have a good day—