We homo sapiens love to think that our primary capacity to reason, process and respond to massive and little details of everyday life in a manner that self-reflects sanity makes us the ultimate beneficiaries of evolution. That our unique ability to delve deep to the repercussions of our next course of action before undertaking them
I collect people. Not in some creepy Jeffrey Dahmer way. And not in the urban dictionary sense of adding random followers to my social media accounts. But from phases of life to states I’ve called home, places I’ve visited and groups I’ve belonged to – I have assembled a group of people, my people. Some are part
I have to tell you that my early years were great. I had a lot of fun—cruising on my banana-seat chopper from one Kick the Can game to another, trolling forests with the neighborhood gang, being president of a shoplifting club. (Sorry, reader, but the adrenaline rush of pocketing a Hello Kitty eraser is a
After the ink was dry on the divorce decree and proceedings came to a close, I thought the hardest part of the divorce was behind us. I used to empathize with people going through divorces. “I’m so sorry, that sucks. I’m here for you.” I never knew exactly how ineffectual the “obligatory” sympathy was, until
She looks so peaceful and calm, as if sleeping. The doctors say to talk to her; she can hear you. I don’t believe them and I look for…
So, is it just me, or does it seem like all of a sudden there’s an over-abundance of adult people who just don’t know how to shut the…
Recently there have been several viral news items about teenagers being called out for wearing “inappropriate” clothes to school. Typically the student is called into a private meeting,…
I am happily divorced. I have two, well-adjusted teen-aged boys. A kick-ass ex-husband and I’m in a fantastic two-year relationship with a wonderful, loving man. And with all…
It seems that at least once every week, without fail, I get threatened on Facebook. Oh, I know. It all sounds very dramatic, doesn’t it? But it isn’t…
Do you have $1000 extra dollars to spend at the Container Store? Do you have hours of your life dedicated to color-coding your soup spoons? Does the idea…