Novel Coronavirus Transmission: Keeping Our Cooties to Ourselves
“I feel like crap,” I said matter-of-factly. I was sitting on the edge of the bed, talking with Jason, who was lying in it. We were discussing logis...
“I feel like crap,” I said matter-of-factly. I was sitting on the edge of the bed, talking with Jason, who was lying in it. We were discussing logis...
There's nothing wrong with you if all those helpful suggestions don't make the anger, worry or fear disappear. The big stressors are there in the background, so...
I quit my job with Neighbors of Four Points magazine several weeks ago. I was just ramping up the search for a new position when the coronavirus smashed everyon...
When I was a kid, much to my feminist mother’s chagrin, I adored Barbies. I spent my allowance money on Day-to-Night Barbie, Pretty-in-Pink Barbie, and Ba...
Writing a book is hard. That doesn’t sound like a revelation until you try to write one. Starting a book is easy. You’re lying in bed one morning, a...
We had to memorize the first sentence of A Tale of Two Cities, which didn't seem like a big deal until I realized it takes up the ENTIRE FIRST PAGE OF THE BOOK.
The term "resolution" makes me feel like I have to come up with a socially acceptable goal related to exercise or finances and achieve it so I have thus perform...
So many people have asked me, “But what happened to the crickets?? Did they survive?!” that I decided to do an update. And I have the ulterio...
One thousand dead crickets in a box. That's what I'm looking at right now -- 1,000 belly-up insects in a rectangular receptacle. I paid 30 dollars for them. If ...
I’m not sure what this post is about. I just got tired of seeing my poem, The Doldrums, at the top of the list. It’s a good poem, but it is depressi...