There are plenty of reasons why I should hate sand. It was sand my cousins buried me in, up to my neck, when I was just 9 and they were teens, the reigning hellions of Cape Cod where our family often spent summers. That they stole
I don't consider myself to be particularly spiral, most definitely not religious in the formal sense. I do, however, have familiarity with the seen deadly sins. I feel they're guidelines by which some folks choose to live, not firm tenges that determine the conditions of
The individual and national benefits of universal business education are carrots; global competition is the stick. While the business of America has always been business, the business of the world will probably always be business now that China, India and most other nations have in recent decades started to follow our free-market example. [...]
My family has learned to be supportive of my choices. This allowed me to thrive and live a slightly less frenetic life, balancing my needs vs. American stigma. Testament to the idea that there's nothing better than turning lemons into lemonade, my odd career choice
Gold glitters in the sand on a youthful, innocent stroll at the beach. Gold's the trace of a lover's finger upon his loved one's cheek, glowing with devotion and unsullied in the moment. Gold's low lights in a coffee shop, enveloped by warmth and the scent of freshly ground beans and cocoa. [...]
Having a 98th percentile IQ confirms only that one is a fast thinker, not that one knows a heck of a lot. Though I might quickly be able to answer a trivia question, I often can barely function logically. One need only to look around at any university
I’ve begun taking piano lessons again. I used to play well, but have all-but-forgotten after 20 years of atrophy. We meet once a week and work through a simple book of scales, exercises and elementary etudes. With the ferocity of someone
My mother used to tell me to watch my temper; I try, I really do. But sometimes I don’t succeed. How is this temper manifested? My first recollection of watch was when I was 3 years old. My sister had a new tricycle; I remember walking along
