
Whoever first said “may you live in interesting times” must have been a sadist.
Whoever first said “may you live in interesting times” must have been a sadist.
Autumn is almost here: Time to get in one more summer cold before the holiday flu season.
There’s a right way and a wrong way to do everything, or so the theory goes.
Gridlock. Analysis paralysis. Homeostasis. Standing still. Status quo. Whatever you call it, there’s a lot of it going around.
Words are the currency of pretty much everything we do. Even our currency has words on it, for crying out loud.
A couple of days ago I heard a couple of old guys talking over a diner table.
What kind of an old man or woman do you want to be?
Some people are about the having, and others are about the searching.
It’s a little maddening, having a bird outside my window who mimics the chirp of my front door alarm.
I won’t let my plum tree go without a fight.