A man on the radio just said; “there is talk of having virtual children in the metaverse.” and then proceeded to ridicule the idea. But caught between the last sip of coffee and loading the dishwasher, I really only heard the premise. …

Hey stalker. I know you’re reading this, combing through everything you can find, looking for whatever you can use as a weapon. I don’t let it scare me but I know you’re still there. So here’s a nugget for you today: Remember the last time you had the courage to…

Nina Jervis wrote an article recently about LinkedIn and oversharing, apparently, a lot of people are sharing personal stories there in order to gain traction with their resumes. I wouldn’t know. I pried myself loose from LinkedIn years ago. It was hard, not because I found it difficult but because…

It’s fair to say, 2009 was my least favorite year. In 2009, I was living alone in a tiny apartment, barely making ends meet. Work was scarce. I was considering taking a part-time job in retail, or maybe even a full time job. My education seemed like a lot of…

We all have them from time to time. They’re always malicious, self-obsessed, and creepy as hell. In the past, I had stalkers as a writer and as a teacher. Two followed me around in person, one just carried out his campaign online. Decades ago, I had a stalker who was…

All true. And the worst of it is the way we're all pitched against each other. We live in a "cheaper area." My husband moved there when it became apparent to him that he would soon be priced out of NYC. I moved when I married him. I soon understood…

Once a woman reaches “a certain age,” it becomes apparent that there have been two creatures living their lives side-by-side inside her. One was the heart/head/will that did a whole lot of things the body would have preferred to avoid. …

Today, picking up our weekly share of vegetables at the farm we support via CSA, a conversation broke out about all terrain vehicles and the push by motorcycle enthusiasts to allow them on country roads. Now, let’s be clear about this issue: under discussion is the idea that very loud…

I pick up the box of blackberries, already rinsed, and dump them into the bowl containing half a papaya and a peach, peeled and chopped. This is the first course of breakfast. As I’m doing that, a phalanx of motorcycles rumbles by the kitchen windows. The kitchen is just above…