This just in from the folks who sell organic coffee at my church: People who buy coffee primarily at drive-thru windows on their way to
Hopping on and off the Beltway in DC last week, I thanked my lucky stars I’d ditched my old GPS (which was reliable only about
Yesterday, it was standing room only at the Southwick-Good & Fortkamp Funeral Chapel in Clintonville. The lines queuing up outside for nearly an hour had
I wish I could say – and so does my late mother – that I am utterly shocked at the decline in today’s manners.
She would applaud my disdain – if I could guiltlessly express it – for cell phones in restaurants, unanswered RSVPs and thank-you notes that have been written only in my imagination.
A favorite piece of advice I once received after leaving a hyper-hectic job was “Float like a leaf down a river.” The metaphor was perfect.
Time travel is exhausting. So I learned this weekend, revisiting high school classmates at our (gulp!) 45th reunion. Aided by Google and Facebook, the organizers