What I really wanted to say was, “Go to hell, you b****. You don’t know anything.” I didn’t, and I don’t think I ever have directly said that to anyone. Yet that’s my primitive reaction to being chided as if I am the ignorant one: My wrongheaded enemy must die!…
Some of you who have known me for many years wonder where my interest in personal finance (expressed in my Lose Your Money Blues blog) comes from. I sometimes wonder myself. I like to be tacky and mention dollar figures out loud, and I see your shudders when I do.…
You’ve heard of Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD), haven’t you? It’s when people get depressed and miserable, bulk up on carbs, and can’t do their lives well. But only during the months with the least sunshine, and usually when it’s cold. It’s seasonal because it goes away without therapy as soon…
Several times recently people have asked me questions that have brought back a key moment with my father. When I received my subscription copy of Hawkman #18, I discovered that in addition to the usual lettercolumn page that I always was eager to read, an entire page was devoted to…
I will never be seen in this blouse. Why? Because even before the first day I wore it, I saw a young woman who must weigh about 100 pounds more than I do wearing the same blouse. I had bought the blouse, which as you can see is in the…
I am an uncertified decluttering expert. I go through old family stuff and newer family stuff, and friends’ stuff, and then of course there’s my own stuff, too. There is a difference between keeping clutter and keeping tokens of memory or hope. If you took a trip to Paris when…
I got a letter today from an old friend. Recently, I sent her the letters she wrote me when we were in college. Back then we kept up a constant stream, and aside from the fluctuations of individual happiness, we were on the same page. Full of dreams and wanting…
I’ve changed the comments to appear when you make them–unless you talk dirty, in which case they get held for approval. Or disapproval. Or whatever.
