P.T. Barnum, a 19th century circus showman, famously
said: “There’s no such thing as bad publicity.” But I wonder if that famous
quote still applies to the cynical, paranoid, anxious society we’ve become,
where mass murders are commonplace and children...
I am exhausted by outrage, exhausted by it. Also bored of it and a little bit depressed by it.
Outrage greets me when I wake up in the morning and turn on the news. It’s on my car radio on...
During Hurricane Matthew, I didn’t spend hours glued to my television set or checking my phone for weather updates. When a hurricane gets too close, I don’t default to Defcon 1 mode, but instead exercise what I consider to...
After raining for what seemed like weeks and having to cover my flowers to protect them from overnight frost, the other day I woke up to beautiful weather.
In fact, by the time I pulled into my driveway after work,...
Lately, the endless stream of news stories about sexual assault by powerful men has made me feel pretty gross, not to mention increasingly worried.
Staying positive, while being exposed to one grimy detail after another, is a tough sell. Even...
If you, like me, have been reading about this era of high tech surveillance (and how can you not, considering the news these days), you can’t help but get a little paranoid about what might be spying on us.
I...
To continue from last week, the last few days of my vacation were spent at theme parks.
It was information overload in trying to figure out the difference between Universal and Disney. I was very curious about the lay-out of...
We need to talk about parking.
I will confess: I used to be a “curb parker.” An “I’m only going in for one second, so I’ll pull up and just run in and out right quick” parker. I may even...
I love food. I love to eat. I love to talk about food
and cook food and buy food and see other people enjoy food. I love to watch
food TV shows and recipe videos on the internet. My...
I just finished reading yet another article about happiness.
I run into this subject at least once a week, usually some report on measuring our joy or quantifying it somehow. In this case, it was about how Canada – and...