Ask Howard • 04-21-23
An Easter tale of woe Ah, sweet April! Welcome, my fellow Dallasonians, to our Goldilocks’ zone where, for three months Texas puts only her best, freshest face forward.
For a verdantly brief rainbow season, the entire state seems all but synonymous with Easter. Nonetheless, if there’s anything we’ve learned via our Grindr fellowships it’s that gleaming looks can be horrifically deceiving.
This is a cautionary Easter tale so pay attention closely. Judiciousness is always of essence. Easter Sunday morning had started out prettily enough: I was to meet my son and his new husband for brunch and in a whimsical, cottontail mood decided to bake them an Easter cake.
Granted, I felt a bit bloated and gassy, if not textbook constipated; however, my neighbor and I had devoured an entire pizza out on my balcony the night before; hence, it wasn’t until my abdominal bloat morphed into actual distention that I began to worry, somewhat.
