The story unfolds in the same manner as the plethora of celebrity couple breakups before them. The couple issues a joint statement explaining how they are getting a divorce due to "irreconcilable differences," but that while the marriage is over, they still "love each other and always will." And not for the first time, I'm … Continue reading Love is Not Love Which Alters
What is Love?
If you've clicked this post and are of a certain age group, chances are the jaunty rhythm of the Haddaway tune is running through your head right now. Hopefully my question is more intellectually stirring than a pop song making a mournful inquiry into the steadfastness of romantic love. Though it might be less entertaining. … Continue reading What is Love?
A Guide to Self-Preservation*
The key to self-preservation is not to look at his azure eyes or his aquiline nose or his lips--hell, just don't look. Chewing your finger only solves half of the problem. Your mouth might be distracted, but your mind is still engaged. Doodling is rather preoccupying...You drew another heart, didn't you? Damn it, you did! … Continue reading A Guide to Self-Preservation*
Bobby the Sheep
I surveyed my students' glazed expressions as I went over the religion lesson for the day. I had been wracking my brain for weeks trying to find a way to engage my students during the first class of the day. But the early morning hour coupled with difficult material had made what was usually one … Continue reading Bobby the Sheep
Pedants and Platitudes Part I
"You'll find your husband as soon as you stop looking for him." "You can't wait around for your knight in shining armor to ride up. You have to actively search for him." "Just be yourself. Let him see the real you." "Make sure you always look your best. Men don't like ungroomed girls. And always … Continue reading Pedants and Platitudes Part I
Sound of Silence
The digital clock told me it was way past eleven in the evening. The city lights of Chicago shone dimly through the curtain, deceptively making the outdoors brighter than it should be. My sister sat sobbing on the bed of our hotel room, in the throes of an existential crisis. “I’ve been around people all … Continue reading Sound of Silence
