When I was in high-school I went through a long and frustrating stage when the word I most frequently said to my mother was “fine.” I’d come home from school and she’d ask, How was your day, and I’d exasperatedly huff, Fine, and then storm off to my room. How was your dinner? Fine. How
I was thinking the other day about all the friends I have on Facebook. I had just logged into the site, which is something I don’t do often: despite understanding the functionality and appeal of Facebook, it’s just not my thing. I clicked on the “Friends” link and “friended” a couple folks, which brought my
In anticipation of my birthday, which occurs in just over a month, I’ve decided to become contemplative. “Decided” is a stretch – mostly, like breathing, it simply happens of its own accord. Six-to-eight weeks before every New Year’s and every mid-April reflections like these happen. It’s all the usual nonsense that has bothered me since
Today’s Mardi Gras. The French translation is literally Fat Tuesday, and it marks the unofficial beginning of Lent, which commences tomorrow with Ash Wednesday. Traditionally the purpose of Fat Tuesday was, as the name implies, to eat fatty foods in preparation for the deprivations one would subsequently experience during the Lenten season. I grew up
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