Not a Shovel Big Enough

Paper is strewn everywhere creating the drifts of a winter wonderland.  Books teeter in tall piles like drunken snowmen whose heads are on the wrong end.  Dust motes are thick in the air and soften the hard corners of academia.  It is like a blizzard of chaos and...

My Stress is Leaking

Another day, another hot yoga class.  I will confess that I am greatly enjoying it.  As the first class I went to was so bizarrely hot, every one since has been a blessing.  Each instructor brings their own brand to the practice and it is interesting to note the...

The Value of Manners

  Shaking hands.  Eye contact.  Promptness.  Appropriate dress.  Voice modulation.  Paying attention.  Respect for others.  All things that I was taught by my parents, my teachers, my friends’ parents and anyone else that had anything to do with my...
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