Crazy Cat Lady? I Think Not
I am okay with some wrinkles. I am fine with the shifting shape of my butt. Even my worsening arm wattle isn’t that alarming … but accepting crazy cat lady-ness? Uh-uh.
Ol’ Blue Eyes: Music of Broken Dreams
I woke up the other day to Frank Sinatra singing “Learning The Blues” on my iPod alarm. In the wrinkle between sleep and waking I remembered the day he died. I got up and wrote it down.
Sound the Virtue Alert: Notes from School Drop-Off Zone
Since when did assertiveness become a virtue? Isn’t it more virtuous to turn the other cheek than to stand one’s ground?
One Hundred Bucks: The Price of Peace of Mind?
Last Friday I walked up to a total stranger, smiled, and handed him a hundred bucks. Then I walked away.
Praying for the Canada Cup
“Who are you going to pray to? Those bearded guys with the towels on their heads?” he sneered … I wanted to punch that kid in the face. “Hey, I can pray to whoever I want!”
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