During the predawn hours, I’ve been removing his books, one by one, from my bookshelves. (My bookshelves, mind you.) He needs to get his own space, anywhere that doesn’t interfere with my literary real estate.
The virtual world has been abuzz with this question, and people have stormed out of the Twitter woodwork and into the analog universe to opine. Yes, some say, Bert and Ernie are most definitely gay. How can anyone think otherwise?
I just finished reading yet another article about happiness. It was about how my state — and the rest of the country — rate on the happiness meter, how the researchers measured such a squishy subject and why it matters.
Many, many things in education have changed, but one ritual that has remained the same, one that still elicits excitement among even the most reluctant back-to-school participants happens to also be my favorite: school supplies shopping.
In case you haven’t noticed, office work is getting a makeover — and I’m not referring to technology. Not only are we retrained in new software several times a year, but we’re also being encouraged to be less sedentary while we fry our brains.
Over the years we forget to cultivate awe. Little by little, without realizing it, we begin to ignore the miracles around us and shake off the spell of a world that is always changing, evolving, moving. We grow blind to mystery. We become adults.
The older I get, the more I worry about the future; not necessarily mine, but my children’s and grandchildren’s. So I made an effort this past week to focus on good tidings, on uplifting news, and I found plenty of examples to renew my belief in the kindness of strangers.
Ana Veciana-Suarez: I’m so grossed out that I’m afraid to touch anything around the house, afraid that some science fiction nightmare might unfold right there in my kitchen or bathroom: an epidemic of flesh-eating, brain-dissolving, limb-paralyzing organisms.
When talking about possibly moving somewhere, the talk turns to cooler climates and where housing prices are more affordable. But after having spent a lifetime near the beach in South Florida, it’s difficult to imagine a life where the beach is not near.
Prenuptial agreements with a social media clause are on the rise. Yep, you read right. Before the exchange of rings, before the public declaration of love, before the sappy Best Man’s toast, couples are ensuring their privacy in print.
Once again, as predictable as the tides, I’m smack in the congested middle of the end-of-school-year marathon. Where a few years ago, I scrambled to cafeterias, classrooms and auditoriums for my children, now I’m rushing around for the grandkids.