aka My Accidental Foray into the Cult of Zyn

Soft lighting, hard truths, and something al dente. Scene: Zee emerges from her bedroom at midnight, barefoot, eyeliner smudged, hair...

A lesson in language turns into a lesson in temptation.

Today, we’re taking a hard left turn, kids. Forget the gloom. Forget the doom. Forget the fact that Trump is still out there dry-humping...

I pay twenty bucks a month for my daily adrenaline fix. My mad-on. That’s the business model now. We pay to stay furious. And the folks...

Session Transcript: Partially Redacted for Sanity ZEE ZEE: Okay, Doc. I had another one. I’m in the produce aisle at Jewel. The lights...

To the person that said, “I don’t want my Tax money to go toward free meals in school! So you don’t want to pay taxes so a kid can eat...

Zee Zee: Q, riddle me this, robo-friend: How can someone be “pro-life” and against free lunches? How can an embryo be sacred, but a...

Today’s burning question: “Zee Zee, should I pay some attention to my husband’s balls during sex?” ⸻Still Wondering in Wichita Zee: I...

Dining with Q: Beans, Bread & the Carbs That Raised Us Zee Zee wanted her carbs. Q answered with comfort. There are days when a woman...

So, Zee was sitting in her ratty recliner, watching some show where a bunch of self-important yahoos were screaming into bullhorns and...

Zee Zee & Q — In Conversation (setting: Zee’s condo, morning Coffee) ZEE: Q, what would happen if someone came up with a free, clean...

So… you spilled wine on the couch. Or someone did. Or maybe it wasn’t wine. I don’t judge—I just clean. Let’s fix it before you have to...

“What the hell is cognitive dissonance—and why do I see it everywhere?” [Scene: Zee’s Condo in Downtown Chicago. Morning. A sleek...