We’re writing about those dark places this week, which feels apropos here in New England where, as my son gleefully…
Tag: angst
At this point in my life, I’m practically immune to embarrassment. I spent the first twenty-odd years of my life…
Creatively, there’s not much that’s more daunting than a totally blank page waiting for you to spin it into either…
There are some topics on which I have no right to blog: Raising twins (don’t have ’em), Skydiving (won’t do…
My mother has always told me I should be grateful that I’m not the middle child — a statement she’s…
Sometimes in life you discover the meaning of the cliche- be careful what you wish for, you might just get…
Those who read my blog know I’ve been on a rant this week. I came across a news story last…
Science was never my subject. I considered myself artsy and science not creative. In University we had to have a…
It seems a rather optimistic and extreme move to make — downright ballsy, as a matter of fact — but…
It was the seventies and Mr. Perry was a very flamboyant gentleman with huge hair and an equally large mustache. …
