It has recently come to my attention that Practical Math
Finally, schools are teaching girls some skills they can use in life.
Between the lobby of my office building and the floor where my desk lives there are eighty-six stairs. How do I know? I counted them. Then I counted them again. In fact, I count them every time I climb them.
Why?...
Some of the parking at the building where I spend all day on Twitter work is covered by a freeway overpass. But, despite the fact that the overpass keeps the harsh weather off of my car, I rarely park in...
My father and I are hardly very different at all. When people meet him it is common for them to comment how alike we are in our mannerisms, conversation style and attitudes. Even the vertical wrinkle next to our left eye...
Is is completely Pollyanna of me to sincerely hope everyone had a great holiday season? If so, well... tough shit. I said it, I meant it.
I've been in blog-hibernation for a few weeks, what, with a huge project...
When Donna was growing up, her parent always lovingly teased that she was their "big girl". I don't mean when she was like five in a gee-now-you're-in-kindergarten-please-stop-sucking-your-thumb sort of way. At five feet,...
Yesterday, as I climbed into my car, I fumbled with my backpack, my keys and my iPhone all while trying to keep my headphones in my ears and keep the door open with my foot.
Long story short, I went all This is just the sort of thing that happens when people don't plan the way I asked them to. Since I was a kid, I've suffered from canker sores. I remember sitting on the carpeted kitchen floor of our Sandy slum, err.. rental house, in front of the avocado-green refrigerator yelping with pain every time I had to...
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