Self pity, so seductive
It’s the emotional equivalent of the rug you catch your foot on every time, even though you know the damn things is there and can’t believe…
‘Tis the season for healthy shoulders
It’s cricket season Downunder. The thwack of leather on willow and all that romance I just don’t get – even though I’m Australian and was brought…
The Mantra Made for Every-day Wear
My first cab ride back in Chicago fulfilled all expectations. The driver’s aggression crackled inside the stuffy car as he muttered under his breath about traffic,…
Boring as . . .
“Oh don’t go all yoga on me,” he said. “I never thought of you as boring and I really don’t want to have to start now”. …