Inside or Out?

Inside or Out?

Of all that’s become evident in the past twelve months, perhaps the most glaring is universal impatience. We’re all familiar with drivers, unable to tolerate anyone in front of them for at least fifty car lengths, erratically cutting in and out of traffic, flashing...
“If it were me .  .  .”

“If it were me . . .”

I sometimes wonder if we aren’t all privately convinced that our insights and understandings are impeccable, that our judgments are spot on, that people should just open their eyes to see our unfailing brilliance. If that were true, that would explain some things. If...
Are we there yet?

Are we there yet?

‘In like a lion, out like a lamb.’ This is the folklore adage concerning weather in this month of March and is often cited in the Farmer’s Almanac. Growing up in Canada, March was one of those maddeningly unpredictable months. Cold winds, snowstorms, spring rains, mud...
Who is my Neighbor?

Who is my Neighbor?

We know the deal: the two-year-old fashionista declares her independence from parental interference, stating: “I do it myself!!” She later emerges from her room with a t-shirt on backwards, pants still (to her great frustration) unzipped, mis-matched socks, shoes on...
Do you hear what I hear?

Do you hear what I hear?

In Canada, it was often the basement. Sans basements, it’s often the garage. Or the spare room. Or the closets. Or maybe it’s that convenience icon of the American dream – the famous rented storage unit containing possessions not seen since who knows when, but for...