Candy Thomson
@candyt.bsky.social
Reporter. Owner/not owner of Cinders, the feral rescue cat. Not getting any younger. Rye Manhattans, classic jazz and manual transmissions rule.
Then, YG, allow me to introduce Cinders. She is neither human nor the worst.
Scooped from the street, she is our princess.
Scooped from the street, she is our princess.
November 24, 2025 at 5:16 PM
Then, YG, allow me to introduce Cinders. She is neither human nor the worst.
Scooped from the street, she is our princess.
Scooped from the street, she is our princess.
Next up: In defense of cancelling the mid-term elections
October 26, 2025 at 2:05 PM
Next up: In defense of cancelling the mid-term elections
Doesn’t the White House look good?
And such a thoughtful tenant.
“It won’t interfere with the current building. It won’t be. It’ll be near it but not touching it — and pays total respect to the existing building, which I’m the biggest fan of," Trump said in July.
And such a thoughtful tenant.
“It won’t interfere with the current building. It won’t be. It’ll be near it but not touching it — and pays total respect to the existing building, which I’m the biggest fan of," Trump said in July.
October 20, 2025 at 7:36 PM
Doesn’t the White House look good?
And such a thoughtful tenant.
“It won’t interfere with the current building. It won’t be. It’ll be near it but not touching it — and pays total respect to the existing building, which I’m the biggest fan of," Trump said in July.
And such a thoughtful tenant.
“It won’t interfere with the current building. It won’t be. It’ll be near it but not touching it — and pays total respect to the existing building, which I’m the biggest fan of," Trump said in July.
Greetings, YG, from the birthday party in Maine.
Under a nearly full moon, we lifted our glasses to you and your benevolence.
Under a nearly full moon, we lifted our glasses to you and your benevolence.
October 9, 2025 at 12:26 AM
Greetings, YG, from the birthday party in Maine.
Under a nearly full moon, we lifted our glasses to you and your benevolence.
Under a nearly full moon, we lifted our glasses to you and your benevolence.
“Unusual speech”
Epic fail, @bostonglobe.com
Epic fail, @bostonglobe.com
October 1, 2025 at 11:48 AM
“Unusual speech”
Epic fail, @bostonglobe.com
Epic fail, @bostonglobe.com
To the knitting needles!
September 6, 2025 at 3:11 PM
To the knitting needles!
A reminder of what Justice Kennedy wrote just a decade ago…
August 13, 2025 at 11:09 AM
A reminder of what Justice Kennedy wrote just a decade ago…
The White House can’t even spell Ottawa.
August 11, 2025 at 5:16 PM
The White House can’t even spell Ottawa.
Talk about burying your lede…
August 10, 2025 at 12:13 PM
Talk about burying your lede…
Remembering Rob, Wendi, John, Gerald and Rebecca…and thinking of the survivors of the Annapolis Capital massacre.
June 28, 2025 at 12:19 PM
Remembering Rob, Wendi, John, Gerald and Rebecca…and thinking of the survivors of the Annapolis Capital massacre.
Holy crap. Was that two weeks?
June 22, 2025 at 12:09 AM
Holy crap. Was that two weeks?
Safe home, Sly.
My, how you rocked the house.
My, how you rocked the house.
June 9, 2025 at 7:54 PM
Safe home, Sly.
My, how you rocked the house.
My, how you rocked the house.
Oh, look. WaPo is cutting staff again. And adding managers again. To make things better.
May 28, 2025 at 1:51 PM
Oh, look. WaPo is cutting staff again. And adding managers again. To make things better.
Remembering a once-great newspaper on its birthday.
(The Library of Congress does not have an original print issue or reprint from May 17, 1837.)
(The Library of Congress does not have an original print issue or reprint from May 17, 1837.)
May 17, 2025 at 3:02 PM
Remembering a once-great newspaper on its birthday.
(The Library of Congress does not have an original print issue or reprint from May 17, 1837.)
(The Library of Congress does not have an original print issue or reprint from May 17, 1837.)
Today, 1970…
This summer I hear the drumming
Four dead in Ohio
This summer I hear the drumming
Four dead in Ohio
May 4, 2025 at 11:16 AM
Today, 1970…
This summer I hear the drumming
Four dead in Ohio
This summer I hear the drumming
Four dead in Ohio
Morning in Ogunquit.
Never gets old.
Never gets old.
April 30, 2025 at 10:12 AM
Morning in Ogunquit.
Never gets old.
Never gets old.
This is not a lede one should find in the Boston Globe.
Ugh.
Ugh.
April 29, 2025 at 9:32 PM
This is not a lede one should find in the Boston Globe.
Ugh.
Ugh.
Uhura wore it better
April 14, 2025 at 9:26 PM
Uhura wore it better
Mister Bluster Blinked
April 9, 2025 at 5:40 PM
Mister Bluster Blinked