Human beings like to fit in. It’s kind of our thing: it’s what we do. It makes us feel better about ourselves, fitting in, being part of a group. Continue reading
The first time someone said, “Hey, maybe you should go talk to someone” I was offended. Me? “Talk to someone?” I know what that was code for and that was not me.
Isn’t it great when we get to eat our words?
Earlier this week, on my flight back home from across the country, I sat next to a mother and her 17-month old little girl. I was, in a single word, delighted.
To be human is to eat.
Last week, a controversy broke out. It contained three things: 1) a t-shirt, 2) a nursery rhyme, and 3) The Walking Dead.
Airports are a wonderful place to be shaken.
Every sort of bubble you can live in, you do live in. A routine creates the bubble; sticking to that routine ensures that the outside world never gets in. Continue reading