My younger colleagues at work have been educating me in the use of slang. One even gave me a box of flashcards as a Christmas gift, each one imprinted with one word or phrase and its hipster meaning. The cards have provided a source of amusement over the past few days as I’ve practiced letting … Continue reading A word, a chapter and the end of a story
Let’s not let fear have the last word
Don’t be afraid. We hear it from a father, releasing a child to her first solo bike ride, as he lifts his hands from the fender. Don’t be afraid, a mother soothes as a child protests against the dark at bedtime. Don’t be afraid, says the roller coaster operator as he snaps the steel harness … Continue reading Let’s not let fear have the last word
A tablet crowds out the books in my life
I’ve been moving a stack of books around my bedroom for months now. I dust them off periodically, wonder when I’ll get to reading them and, then, feeling guilty, look the other way. I moved the stack recently from the bedside table closest to the side of the bed where I sleep, to the one … Continue reading A tablet crowds out the books in my life
