It had vanished. I had searched every crevice of my Jetta, Dad’s Escape and Mom’s Sonata. I’d evem interrogated their resident crumbs and coins. “Where was it?” I begged of them. They donated neither clue nor alibi.
The bag itself was nothing special: Just a reformed plastic package that held the essentials of vendor life. But every screw, nut, bolt or stake that mattered was zipped inside. Continue reading
President Obama’s State of the Union Address was peppered with nuggets that could have forced a hurrah or amen from just about every American: That was the goal, wasn’t it? To give people, whether
rich, poor or middle class, LGBT, Hispanic, Black, Native American, Asian, White or as Ompa Loompa-orange as John Boehner, something to latch onto. But it’s a tall order: Serving dreamers, Selma, ISIS, free community college, free childcare, higher taxes on the wealthy, higher minimum wage and sexual liberties with a quote from the Pope to a room as polarized as oil and water sounds like a recipe for disaster. Continue reading
I squirmed on the tissue paper, feet dangling in the air as I waited to ahhhhhhh for the doctor in the tiny examination room. All I had was a little cough and runny nose. But that didn’t keep me from getting antsy. The moments spent behind the closed exam door, staring at posters of the human anatomy and a massive bottle of hand sanitizer are always my most intense. As time crawls, tinkers with butterflies and then simply takes a nap, the shoe symphony plays in the hallway: the dragging feet of other patients like myself uneager to take their seat in a nearby room, the frenetic shuffling techs and nurses shepherding guests in the maze from scale to blood pressure station to room. And now, the big finish, as the self-assured, not too fast or too slow stroll of the doctor is heard pounding the linoleum as he or she strides from one room to the next, pausing to read the charts and to summon a smile: What’s up, doc?
Traffic is simply part of most American commuters’ workplace reality: According to TAMU’s 2012 Annual Urban Mobility Report released back in February, we spend the equivalent of a full work week a year glaring at another driver’s license plate. Talk about road rage. During my time stuck in a little Ford Focus with a certain omniscient amphibian plastered to it side, I’ve conducted a little research of my own: How to navigate the wild, wild west of terrible traffic. Continue reading
As the calendar charges full speed ahead to Thanksgiving, a holiday famed for leaving everlasting leftovers, I want to press pause and rewind back to October 31. That $7.6 billion dollar holiday definitely has a few leftovers of its own. Not just the cheap, molding candy. I mean a drawer-full of costumes from yesteryear that I have no idea what to do with. I can’t be alone: American adults spent over $1 billion dollars on costumes this year. Much more than we did on the kiddos, which says a lot. But what happens to costumes after their night in the limelight? Continue reading
There are the best of times, there are the worst of the times; And then there’s the perpetual war my body wages against me once a month, also known as periods. I know, it’s a touchy topic. One I usually mask myself. Frankly, I prefer a week-long rant against stupid Eve. Loads of sleep. A diet of anything chocolate, anything aspirin and tea, namely peppermint. And warm fuzzy socks. Continue reading