Searching for Direction & Purpose in Life's Sea of Opportunities
A couple of weeks ago I had the pleasure of judging a high school speech competition. Holy flashbacks, Batman. (That is me in center - the girl in the white shirt on the left.) It was wonderful seeing the competitors arrive, full of energy and excitement. As we walked to the judges' room, my heart… Continue reading Living Flashback
In my world, there is black and white, right or wrong. While I'm not comfortable with grey, I don't have to worry about that discomfort often: I am able to categorize nearly everything at one or the other of the extremes. This makes me feel content. Occasionally I encounter a situation where I realize that… Continue reading Right or Wrong
My recollections of books are affected by my mental state and life experiences at the time of reading almost as much as they are by the well-crafted words on the page. These added dimensions make rereading an old favorite a risky proposition for me. Despite the risks, there are occasions when the mood hits just… Continue reading Rereading Dangers
Over the weekend, I celebrated my birthday. It was low key and exactly what I wanted this year. I started the day with my free Grand Slam breakfast at Denny's. I will now be checking a different demographic box on the surveys I love to complete, since my age now ends in a five. I'm… Continue reading Birthday Insight
It's been a long time since I've entered the confessional to spill my potentially embarrassing and highly inconsequential secrets. I love stating the obvious as if it is a revelation to the world. Shortly before leaving my last job (which happened to be in the automotive industry), I asked one of my coworkers if he… Continue reading Another Confessional
Years ago I was at a cocktail party when a woman came up to me and offered her hand. As we were shaking she said, "I was walking by and I heard you properly use 'fewer' in a sentence. That is so rare these days that I had to meet you." We had a delightful… Continue reading Grammar Pet Peeves
In my senior year of high school, there was a recurring, in-class creative writing assignment: a row story. Each student in the row had a specific part of the story to write: set the scene, male character, female character, action, and if five students sat in the row, a conclusion. The teacher would give a… Continue reading Row Story
Grown Up, Now What? 