When the seven year itch hits, is it time to scratch? Ah… Anniversaries.
Parenting college students… Making it up as we go along.
You’d have to be living under a rock if you didn’t recognize 47 percent as the new Number-du-Jour. Yesterday’s media frenzy over the secretly taped Mitt Romney video continues to fuel discussion over the presidential election, the GOP, not to mention the meaning of the 47 percent figure which Mr. Romney referenced while speaking to […]
To say that she was fond of the sticky note is an understatement. They were everywhere in her office – affixed to legal files and planning calendars, poking out from stacks of newspaper articles she’d torn from the Washington Post or the New York Times. She was an avid reader and writer; her letters would […]
When lists turn from tools into torture devices…
Who doesn’t want to be a visionary? Who doesn’t want to be known for big ideas – the sort that inspire a community, or better yet, a nation? In today’s Sunday New York Times, an editorial by Thomas L. Friedman, “It’s Still Halftime in America,” speaks to the need for long-term vision in the context […]
Ever wake up to a passel of problems – not of your making? I could chalk up the recurring rumblings to Murphy’s Law. I could surrender any and all ambitions (delusions?) I stubbornly retain about refashioning my life, and become my Truest Secret Self: an eccentric Hat Lady-Cat Lady, but one with great shoes, natch. […]
I. Where’s Waldo in this picture? Not the point. But mystery photos here, for now, abound. It couldn’t be that Wolfie blew this joint! But where on Earth might little Wolf be found? Right here right now as always, I will say. My keyboard and my cell phone are not far. You know I dreamed […]
Some say social media is addictive. A dopamine spike here, a dopamine spike there…
Exotic destination? Virtual vacation? Ever feel like you need to get away from it all – somehow? I suspect I could send my own postcard from the edge right now. Perhaps from a gorgeous beach on an exotic isle. From a small cabin shaded by old trees. (But not so remote that I’m deprived of […]