Do you see that naked emperor?

The emperor has no clothes, people. Are you with me? Or are you one of those people on LinkedIn who has thousands of connections, few of whom you really know anything about? I try to stay relevant. But a recent mishap makes me wonder why many of us are not more persnickety about our online…

World peace began in the Starbucks line this morning

What causes us to place ourselves at the epicenter of this very big universe? When were we told that we were more special and entitled than the masses? Or, more to the point, perhaps we weren’t told that. Some of us got the message—we’re all in this together. Others of us seem to be making…

Cue handsome rider on white horse

Ok, so maybe his white horse was a BMW. But the effect was somewhat the same. If you follow my blog, you’ve heard me wax poetic about how independent I am. How I was raised to be self-sufficient. How I don’t need a man to complete my life. I did not lie. All true. I…

The sexy seesaw

If you were expecting some kind of graphic image, you’re on the wrong blog site. Shoo. Go on. Now that we have that cleared up, I’m talking about the changing version of “sexy” as we age—the sexy seesaw. Why a seesaw? Because some old adages are true—with age, comes wisdom. Most of us get wiser,…

Freak flags fly at the Lego store

I’m treading on shaky ground here, I know. It’s generally not a good idea to associate an all-American pastime like Legos (even though they’re anything but American—they’re Danish) with freakishness of any sort. It’s akin to commenting on the sanctity of motherhood or apple pie. Oh, but I’m more than qualified to comment. You see,…

Cuckoo Mommy strikes again

She is entirely a pain in the butt. Bossy, Type A and overly concerned with keeping up with the Joneses. Allow me to introduce you to my alter ego, more affectionately known as Cuckoo Mommy. We first met, Cuckoo and I (yes—we’re on a first-name basis), at mommy-and-me events during my sons’ formative years. There…

On drinking fountains and other important topics

Oh. My. God. Enough already. Here I sit, at my kitchen island, circa 9 p.m. I await some final changes to a project that I must get to our Australian team this evening so they can work on it while I sleep. I am getting instant messaged by someone who also is up working at…