If I want someone to accept me for who I am, I need to accept them for who they are.
They were a lovely group. Very nice. Professional, of course. Even--well, given that they were "bean counters"--actually a bit fun to work with.
While this link doesn't do justice to the volume of newsletters…
We have a family tradition of conking Easter eggs and having a friendly competition about it. My mother figured out how we could carry on the tradition by zoom, so she set about…
Fourteen minutes away is my next ride. I take it. I’m in a part of Baltimore now that I’ve not been in before. It’s out of the city center, out of the area…
In the "TP Scare of 2020," I think it's a great opportunity for Americans (in particular) to examine their default expectations about the availability of resources ... and how much of those resources…
Who are we to say when it is, or isn't, someone's time to go? Who are we to say we know how someone should or shouldn't exit this world? And who are we…
Happy (Lunar) New Year, ya rats! (Though this story is about 2019, the year of the pig.) As I look back on this year, a clear theme emerges:
Getting out of my comfort…
I love ballet. Love it.
I didn't know I loved ballet until but a few years ago when I went to see Matthew Bourne's Cinderella at the Kennedy Center. And then I saw his…
Yesterday, while out driving, I thought I made a wrong turn. It was an easy fix and I knew what to do, but when I made the “wrong turn” this is what I…
One of my Uber Chronicles stories.
My next ride is to ferry a woman from her home to her tutoring gig (her car has a flat tire) at a nearby learning…
Super lovely party in Annapolis last night. Cj and I have had, from the get-go and still do today, some sort of party-throwing magic going on: he's got the fabulous home, yard and…
For the near-ubiquity social media as a phenomenon, and most certainly a force, experiences today in 2022, it wasn't always this way.
As a matter of fact, it wasn't always this way not too…