I know, I know, there’s nothing inherently “fresh” about January 1. It’s an arbitrary date where we throw away our old calendars, stay up entirely too late, tell lame jokes about “see you next year!”, and start a four-month process of writing the wrong year on our checks. It’s dreary and cold and entirely too brown. There’s no point trying to start a new diet in January when there’s enough leftover holiday junk in the fridge to feed a small country. So I don’t really make New Year’s resolutions.
I make “level-ups”. Continue reading “6 Ways to Level Up in 2018”
What constitutes a classic?
If you instantly pictured a Dickens novel or a 1960s Camaro, well, you’re not wrong. A classic is something distinctive that doesn’t lose its appeal over the years. It’s something timeless, that continues to resonate long after its creation.
So in six millennia of human existence, what is classic womanhood? The world hasn’t really ever decided what to do with women. Throughout the ages and across cultures, women have been worshiped, abused, treated as property or bargaining chips, reverenced as the leaders of society. What constitutes a classic woman in a world that can’t make up its mind about us? Continue reading “A Classic Woman in a Changing World”
Confession: I’m unbelievably forgetful. While I’m fixing dinner, I forget there’s still laundry in the dryer. My students know that if I don’t write assignments down, I won’t remember what I’ve instructed them to do (and they’re off the hook). I have driven straight past exits because I’m lost in thought or listening too intently to Nat King Cole (“so straighten up and fly right!”). Continue reading “5 Steps to Being a Doer (When You Can’t Find Your Keys)”
I love cooking. It’s a very practical science, it’s a creative game, and, well, there’s food involved.
And for the most part, I’m a fairly competent “kitcheneer”, thanks to my skilled mother. I can make you forget you’ve had chicken three times this week, or that you’ve just eaten your fifth cookie in a haze of carb-induced euphoria. I can wield knives and gadgets and raw food with confidence. I can cook on a budget and for people with completely opposite dietary needs. I know what I’m doing.
But in the last three months or so, I’ve suddenly Continue reading “The Day the Knife Slipped”