As the ninth anniversary of 9/11 approaches, Americans are in remembrance of what happened that day. At the same time, controversial plans to build a mosque and Islamic center next to Ground Zero are moving forward.
Voice
My life as a 6th-grade drama queen
The actual performance has escaped my memory, but I remember putting on false fingernails and painting them black, then explaining to my sister, “I can’t do dishes tonight. I have on my fingernails and I might mess them up.”
Forty days without Facebook
I can do this. I can give up Facebook for Lent. I can wait until Sunday to upload the day’s photos, to play Scrabble, to proclaim how I feel about Victor Plushenko getting silver in men’s figure skating.
The sad saga of a shopaholic
Offer us the actual price from day one, and we won’t bite. We will wait for the sale, because we have to believe we have outsmarted The Man.
Two Months & Done
His nose is too big. That totally messes up our kissing connection. His chest is super hairy. I can’t lay my head on that! Total turnoff. He got a perm! What kind of guy gets a perm? Enough said.
Gym Dandy
Is he looking at my butt? I should have worn different pants; these ones are too tight, but the other ones show my ankles. Or maybe the lout behind me is noticing the holes in my blue “Big Bear Lake” shirt. I tug it down.
Growing up Mr Lester [sic]
Most of us had many ambitions when we were children. But did any of us want to be the author of the book “The Essential Guide – Research Writing Across the Disciplines”?
On dying fish, killer snakes and being an RA
Yesterday my roommate Elia and I returned to our room to find one of our fish floating on its side in its tank. We started yelling. “He’s DEAD! He can’t be dead – we just got him!”
Opposites attract
I love being busy; my retired husband can sit and “watch grass grow.” But that is only one of the differences that confirm the true statement: opposites attract.
We’re in the jailhouse now
The prison is surprisingly, surreally laid back. Despite the snide remarks and intermittent catcalls, despite knowing there are only four, unarmed officers on duty in the cell block, I feel strangely safe….