I larked to my favorite thrift store last week to search for some perfect garment that would change my life and fortune and bring me ultimate happiness, all for less than $20. It’s the seeking that matters, after all, not the finding. I generally get a lot of pleasure...
Whimsy
Words, the Word, and Wanton Wrongdoing
I was leafing through an expensive exclusive clothing catalogue today, lusting after things I can’t remotely afford and fighting the urge to start feeling sorry for myself. They tell me that I can choose my feelings as carefully as I choose my words, that I can choose to refuse...
tl;dr
I discovered this abbreviation this morning in an article about a British 17-year-old who just sold an “automatic article summarization algorithm” to Yahoo for some thirty million dollars. When I was 17, I was earning 50 cents an hour as a babysitter, work that included washing dirty dishes that...
Pooh, Pluto, and Fish Oil
WWJD? That would be my friend John, not Jesus. Jesus (thank God) does not talk to me. Friends are the vitamins and minerals we need to thrive. Having a wide circle of them is having a cupboard stuffed full of miracle nutritional supplements, each bottle promising renewed health and...
Mothers are Refrigerators
Waxing rhapsodic about motherhood is not something I’m ever likely to do, at least until I’m a waning old woman who’s losing herself. Then again, waxing in general is not something I ever do – to cars, floors, or legs. Tried waxing various furry parts of me once, and...