Labeling is for jars
“Why does he think that way? How can he really believe that?” Overhearing these questions at a table next to…
Read more“Why does he think that way? How can he really believe that?” Overhearing these questions at a table next to…
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Read more“The darkness is so dark, “a friend said. “ And we haven’t even eaten dinner yet. I feel like a…
Read moreShe chose to be quiet for two days, speaking to no one, listening to no news, shutting out the world…
Read more“Ping, Ping.” I hear the sound as I enter the realm of “I-person” with my new I-phone. My children insisted…
Read moreThere was nothing sacred about walls in our home — especially in our bedroom, which my brother and I shared….
Read more“When I grow up, you won’t be the boss of me,” I said, according to my mother, in the 1960s….
Read moreI was 30 something, about to be married. Living in Sonoma County I decided to go to a “seconds outlet…
Read more“I can’t do that. I’m too stiff. And besides, I’m not interested in contorting myself into a pretzel.” Roger was…
Read moreAs a friend recently told me, “The cup is broken. Even if we could glue it back together, it would…
Read more“I don’t have a creative bone in my body!” I was upset. My junior high school was having a poster…
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