One of my greatest irrational fears is things with buttons. No, not shirts. I can button a blouse like the best of them. I’m talking about machines with buttons, like copy machines. It’s not that I’m not competent. If you hand me one piece of paper and say, “Please make 20 copies,” 7/10 times I’m […]
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Geometry has scared the bejeezus out of me since I was a small child. I just don’t get it. Sure, I can identify your basic shapes, but anything more than that sends shivers down my spine. While most children worried about a monster in their closet, I feared there was an isosceles triangle lurking beneath
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Sometimes I like to reflect on the things that frighten me. I’m not talking about your typical fears like snakes or planes or public speaking. (For the record, I’ll take snakes and planes over public speaking.) I’m talking about irrational fears, the ones that will never ever happen, and it’s ridiculous to even spend time
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Remember when you were a kid, how excited you were to be in a photo? You enthusiastically jumped in, front and center! “Cheese!” Ah, the innocence of youth. But now that we are all older and wiser, this does NOT happen. Sure, we still smile and say “Cheese” (unless we’re lactose intolerant), but front and
My 107-year-old dog, Dixie (who barely looks a day over 98) has become sweet and mellow in her old age. This wasn’t always the case. Once upon a time, Dixie was deemed a “Nuisance Dog” because she may have gotten into a kerfuffle or two. This led to a court appearance, which resulted in Animal
Whenever I book a flight, I always end up in Group 7. Even when I check in 24 hours ahead of time, ON THE DOT! Tappity-tappity-tap-tap-tap! (That’s me typing like a madman, hoping to beat my fellow passengers, and secure a decent boarding number.) But when my boarding pass pops up… GROUP 7! (Am I
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I sat, hands clammy, trying to avoid the nine pairs of eyes that were on me. I had stalled as long as possible but I couldn’t delay the inevitable any longer. “Your turn,” someone said. With the enthusiasm of a death row inmate, I made my way across the room. I picked up my bag
After 32 years of marriage, there’s not a lot of surprises. Steve and I know and expect certain things from one another. For example, Steve is an early bird. That guy is always up before the sunrise, perky and productive. Like a rooster on crack. I’m more like a bear who’s been dragged from a
I was in line at Costco chatting with the cashier, who appeared to be in his late 20s. He was tall, dark-haired and had a killer smile. (Just to be clear, a really good smile. Not the smile of a killer.) I checked out his ring finger. No ring. Hmmm. Now, before you say, aren’t
