I say nope to both of the articles, ‘An Open Letter to The Guy At The Grocery Store’, and its subsequent response ‘An Open Letter To Single Women From a Middle-Aged Man’. Society has to lay off the restrictions and let the dopamine-driven feel of spontaneity stretch its cramped legs. …

‘Shut up. What’s your name’ ‘I just told you’ ‘You’re going against a health regulation’ ‘What’s his name?’ ‘What’s his name?’ (inaudible) Police: ‘it’s not a gun, it’s a tazer and I have the authority to use force to capture (sic) the arrest’ ‘You are under arrest.’ ‘Why are you…

Right away. I used to love the idea of the analogy of the that Phoenix which Mr. Hughes puts forward in his article How to Let Go of an Old Life. The problem is that the lovely utopia of being expunged of the destroyed prior work choice isn’t a feel friendly movie like we crave it to be. I’ll explain. Years ago, I was brought forward to take a leadership course for progression through the ranks at that job. One of…

My daughter sits at the kitchen island, already fidgeting. We’re on our second week of Covid induced home learning (calling it home schooling would indicate that I actually was prepared for this). We’re working on her math. …

Do you find yourself moving across differing career paths? I did. Trying to explain my new career moves prompted the research into my organic shifts from one seemingly unrelated career path to another. I stumbled onto the term Multipotentialite. Initially I found it on the site Puttylike. The words in…

Choosing to dress in a more classic style is great. You are never in or out of style. No real fads for you. The inevitable risk is run for the impending boredom of looking at what you got going on in that wardrobe of yours. Every. Single. Day. Take skinny…

Some people have ‘Live and Let Live’ or ‘Carpe Diem’. Mine is tied to pragmatism. And it still failed to save me from a blindsiding loss. I honestly don’t even know where or when I had this phrase permeate my psyche like some sort of osmosis type event. Usually when…

Who would you have at your dinner party? Nelson Mandela? Chairman Mao? Olivia Newton-John? You had me at the Why for your unique list. While the rest of us regular Joes and Janes have get togethers, we see fancy people having dinner parties. …

Do us chicks have a head of the henhouse in our little groups we choose for ourselves? This question came through when listening to a local radio channel interview that mentioned this premise. The thought permeated through enough of my morning fog to actually cull it into my own experience…