I’m 40 years old. Female. A Scorpio. 5’ 4.5” (yes, I included the ½ inch) and weigh 116 pounds. No, this is not a personal advertisement. I love a dog’s soft tender underbelly, extra dark chocolate, cherry red scarves, stick shift convertibles, sauvignon blanc on the beach, and Don Julio 1942 for a really good time. I donate to animal shelters, the Alzheimer’s Association and the…

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Picture this family conference: two parents and two pre-teen kids, taking place in one ordinary living room...



Dad speaks: “ Kids. Your Mom and I have made a decision. Between soccer, basketball and karate practices; piano and dance lessons, scouts and bible study you both are out of the house more than you are home. It seems all you do is sleep here. Same goes for your Mom and me. If we’re not coaching or driving… Continue

I love football season.

No. I rephrase.

Almighty God in the Most Divine of All Kingdoms, forgive me for I love more than my mother this holy football season!

My family knows and respects my one simple request this time of year. It's fine to shout with me at the TV screen. But, do not talk to me during the game. Ever. Unless, of course, it's half-time and you're going to tell me how much the opposing team stinks like three tons of…

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Barefoot and empty handed, in the frosty pre-dawn hours of late March, separated only by tangled wisps of breath and steam from a nearby pond, I stared down a wolf. Eye to steely eye. Neither of us advancing nor retreating. Neither of us moving, except inwardly in resolve. He, ash grey, thin and fractured from winter’s threshing, far past hunger, eternally empty, steadfast. Me, a solitary barrier to his single, strongest earthly longing; the mother to his first - in all memory -…

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At the risk of starting a blizzard of spitballs and chewing gum wads, I'm going to bring up a touchy subject. Why the heck not? I never won a popularity contest, was never voted class president (or class anything), and had to invite my own date to my prom. Hell, when I was a kid, even my mother sold my favorite blouse at a garage sale for ten cents.

Ever know when people screen their calls? You just never seem to connect, but the voicemail doesn't pick up…

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I’ve been focused these last few months on providing things and ideas to recruiters that help them be more productive and spend less. For instance, we made our premium memberships at our recruiter network and our job board free. We started a LinkedIn… Continue

I’m into tools. I’m not talking the software kind, but the kind you can hold in your hand. I like the weighty feel of a 22 oz. framing hammer. The kind you can really use to bash stuff, with the life-saving pick-axe-like claw at the end. (In the event you start falling, you slam that sucker into the roof and then hold on!) Or, the fluid motion of a chop saw. Or, the rhythmic-clicking of a socket wrench. All that may sound funny… Continue

What’s the true cost of all the excess fees airlines are charging passengers nowadays? Right now we pay $25 for one checked bag; $50 for the next; more fees for anything weighing over 50 pounds; $2 per bag for curbside check-in; $3 for a bag of stale peanuts; $3 to access last year’s movie or reruns of the Match Game; yet more fees for an aisle or window seat. What’s next? An in-flight pay toilet? All that makes you want to buy the lousy in-flight $10 cocktail! When I fly and deal… Continue