Most of us know how to reset our computers and other tech devices but how do we reset ourselves? I don’t mean things like our body clock — every seasoned traveler has their own way to combat jet-lag — but what happens when our mind gets clogged?
One of the stickiest subjects that your Mom never told you about is how to deal with other people’s kids when they are in your care or how to handle dropping your kid off with others. While it is possible you’ll never hit a bump in the road, it’s likely that at some point, something will go wrong.
Sometime last fall, I learned that I scare people — not in a spooky-Halloween way, but in an intimidating and threatening way. What finally caused it to sink in was when a coworker told me that some of the other staff were scared to work with me.
Over the years I have corrected a lot of people. I have been the person who rants about misplaced apostrophes, confused homophones, needless truncations or abbreviations, and other abuses of the English language common in modern usage. Recently I started to turn a corner.
In the past year I have blogged, tweeted, and updated about a lot of subjects other people avoid. I am an oversharer, but if oversharing is so wrong, why does it feel so good?
I find it by accident, not during a routine check, not that I am very vigilant about those checks, even though at my age it is prudent. Instead I am changing into sleepwear when I notice a raised area … a lump. Lifting and checking, sure enough, there is definitely something there that hadn’t been there recently (I may not do the pharmacy-poster check, but I am no stranger to my body).
In the 1960s and 1970s, those who enjoyed the finest food were gourmets. In the 1980s and 1990s, food enthusiasts became epicures. In the 21st century, we are surrounded by foodies. Foodie is a fun, happy word but some foodies are giving the love of food a bad name.
There’s an ebook revolution going on right now but what you may not know is that there is a revolution inside this revolution and it’s a little naughty.
I heard the screech first, then the thump. Instinctively I looked to where the noise came from and saw a body arc through the air, then another thump. “OH MY GOD!” I yelled, “OH MY GOD!” Then something triggered in my brain. I stopped yelling and reached for my phone.
When do you stop being an adult and start being a grown up? Guest Author Cheryl DeWolfe gives us a hint: it has nothing to do with age.