Saturday I witnessed a conversation that went something like this: Husband: I’m concerned it will take something egregious for him to see the truth. Wife: Egregious? What? Husband: As in bad . . . Wife: I know, I know. So why didn’t you just say bad? Just talk so people can understand you. Don’t you…
The Compelling: “The Time I Let Myself be Taken Captive—Because I Didn’t Want to be Rude” by Megan Iacobini de Fazio caught my attention with its title. I identified with Fazio not being rude to my own detriment and already dreaded where she was going with it. I figured her outcome was good because she…
So much of our lives and our relationships are narrowed down or broadened by our perspective. Like artists who can paint the same scene in multiple ways, we also view life from our individual vantage points. Vantage point is all about the perspective where the artist is standing in relationship with a vanishing point in a…
Look carefully at the photos that follow: What do you kinda see in the first one? Then with a new perspective? Finally, its far-reaching strands? Can we grasp the power of seeing one’s almost completed blueprint in action, one strand connected to another into its ultimate design? I could have missed this tenacious spider’s artwork…
I don’t get zombies or reality housewives from any county. Mariah Carey irks me, and I can’t say why. I don’t like the pretty young grocery clerk, the one who’s too friendly to my husband. She imagines I’m invisible. Clearly, I’m not. Maybe it’s my age, maybe my area, but I find myself growing less…
Have you ever taken the Meyers-Briggs Personality Test? If so, once you saw “your letters” identifying you as an I-introvert or E-extrovert, or an Amnivert, a borderline, like I am, how did it make you feel? Defined? Labeled? A typecast? I wasn’t bothered at the time because I knew I loved being with people sometimes, while coveting…
