Stacks of junk mail pour into my mailbox, – the physical one in the lobby of my building – and I throw away many more envelopes than I take the time to open. However, every once in awhile, stashed among the flyers and advertisements and credit card requests, I find a special something. Often tucked inside a brightly-colored envelope, the treasure is chosen especially for me. How I love to
I suppose I always think it is the older folks who get stuck, slip into a rut, and need to reboot their lives. Those people tired of their 9-5 commitments and finished raising their kids and wondering how much longer they have to find their passions. Or those who are just plain bored. And then I met Max Hawkins. From outward appearances, the methodical twenty-something seemed to live in a
Perhaps you’ve read about negativity bias – the human brain’s tendency to focus on what is wrong in our life, rather than what is right. Some days, I fall squarely into this pattern. I fixate on the silly remark I made to a friend – replaying it over and over again – and completely forget about the many things I managed to do well. Judy Freedman has completely revamped the
Tapping my toes and laughing out loud, I admit – a little sheepishly – I thoroughly enjoyed myself. The material was shocking and offensive and often not tasteful at all. But the actors, singing the catchy songs and dancing to the spirited tunes, seemed to be having a whole lot of fun on stage. According to Ben Estus, he and his fellow ensemble members ARE having an absolute ball.
One of the things I missed most about leaving Houston was my monthly book club meeting. Our group was much more than lively conversation, often on topics far beyond the book we were meeting to discuss. Book club prompted me to read books I might not normally choose and to explore topics I may not dig into on my own. It forced me out of my box. Parnassus Books,