It is a night like any other night. The soft glow of the television winks off, signaling the start of our bedtime ritual. I hoist my weary body out of the hollow it creates in our sofa, and begin my journey down the long hall to our bedroom, flicking off lights and peeking into the…
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Facebook Forensics
Have you contracted the disease? If you are one of the 175 million people who log onto Facebook each day[1], please carefully consider the following important information involving your electronic health. You may be at risk of contracting a new syndrome, commonly referred to as the dreaded “Facebook Fever.” The severe strains of this dangerous…
Modern Inconveniences — Part III: I want my goodie bag
At age 6, I was married to a policeman and had twins. At age 8, I ruled over a complex society of acorn people who lived in a couple cinder blocks under my neighbor’s tree. At age 11, I was Sabrina Duncan of Charlie’s Angels, ready to follow Bosley’s instructions from my diamond transmitter ring….
My Gut Reaction to IBS
Jumper cables, flares, and a bag of Lay’s potato chips ÔÇô the three most important items to carry in your car in case of emergency. Well, if you have IBS, that is. I learned this little lesson the hard way a few years back. My old boss has always been my mentor, and I try…
What I believe about Hell and hand baskets