Covfefe. Yes, I said it, blurting it out for the world to hear as my homemade spaghetti sauce hit the floor, the cupboards, my shoes and suit, avoiding the kitchen apron I wore. My dinner guest stood at the doorway, her mouth covered, laughing. Yes, the perfect evening was ruined. Covfefe.
But why covfefe? Because as a writer this latest addition to the vernacular has dogged, plagued and riddled my life with an unanswerable question ever since Trump’s notorious midnight tweet of May 31: “Despite the constant negative press covfefe.” Then nothing. That morning, the original tweet deleted, the president followed up: “Who can figure out the true meaning of ‘covfefe’??? Enjoy!” Continue reading “The True Meaning of Covfefe (Figured Out)”