“This dude is about 45 seconds away from forming a cult.”
“This dude is about 45 seconds away from forming a cult.”
To hell with optimism.
If you have to write a memory down to remember it, maybe you should only write down the good stuff.
There are several angles from which to view the world.
I’m not going to live my life chewing on a fetid stew of insults.
Everyone has felt like an outcast at some point. But take the high road.
I have no idea why so many people have overlooked the memo that I am Queen of the World, but there you have it.
In order to get to my designated parking space here at work on the drawbridge, I have to drive along the bike lane for the whole length of the movable span. Most people are used to this, or don’t care. But every once in a while someone gives me a dirty look. And in Seattle, …
Early one morning, I was staring blankly at my computer screen, in an utter fog, wishing I weren’t allergic to caffeine, when the following message from my friend G popped up in Facebook Messenger: “Hello Barbara?” I knew right off the bat that this couldn’t be G. First of all, he would never call me …
Recently, a friend pointed out to me that, according to the feng shui bagua, my “marriage, relationships, and partnerships” region is located in my guest room. My guest room isn’t particularly welcoming. It has become the dumping ground for all the stuff I have yet to unpack. It kind of looks like the front yard …
The View from a Drawbridge 