You wouldn’t eat it, would you? It’s bad for you. Unhealthy. Unsatisfying. Toxic. So why do you keep feeding yourself garbage? I’m not talking about those Twinkies, Ring-Dings, and HoHo’s you keep tucked away in the pantry for the kids’...
There is nothing I hate more than being told to smile. Actually, I take that back. There’s much I hate more than that. Like when the cat yaks a hairball onto the freshly washed down comforter. Or when someone cuts me off and then takes the parking spot I had my...
Perhaps you’ve arrived here having Googled some version of this question late at night. I’ve done that. Or maybe you were searching how to clean up an actual mess, like pink silly putty a toddler ground into an off-white carpet. Like that splotch on the...
“I don’t wanna…!” The voice sounds like a petulant, whiny four-year-old. But there’s no four-year-old here. There’s just me. That’s MY voice. My inner four-year-old complains loudly, annoyingly, through anything she...
A friend gave me some advice about mountain climbing. She’s not a mountain climber. Neither am I. To be clear, my mountains aren’t the kind that require proper hand holds and harnesses and belays. My mountains are the ones I see in front of me and...
