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Calming the Chatter

I try to stop thinking for 30 seconds. I can't do it, can I? Go ahead, try again. Calming the incessant chatter of my busy, busy mind...finally, I'm ready to start a new adventure. I'm [...]

The Myth of Balance

Whether you're talking with business consultants, parents, or escorts, no virtue seems to rank higher than balance these days; it's an ideal championed by the earliest philosophers and the most modern...

Wiser and Better

I was 28 when I first noticed a gray hair. I'd been waiting for it; my father was almost-totally-gray before age 40. But he was a guy, and so good looking that no one cared. [...]

High Above

For starters, the pilot was not our father. This was the first key difference between automotive travel and flight that I noted at age 4, boarding the airplane that would allegedly rocket us from San...

Use your Ears and Mouth

Communication. Are you for it or againts it? I know the answer should be obvious, but I ask because some men seem against it...just ask women. We women often struggle with communication as well, pa...

Suppose

Suppose that there was a machine that could give you any experience you desire. What if all the things that you ever wanted could be replicated by a machine so well-tuned that you couldn't tell [...]

All and Nothing

We want cars and houses, and the latest look, so we all look the same. We want the biggest muscles, the shiniest jewels, the newest phone, and we want to be most up-to-date on the [...]

Seeing Stars

For as much as I love nature, it's remarkable that I grew up in a family that didn't spend a lot of time there. We were only mild campers, hikers, and beach-goers. That's not to [...]

Pour Baby

You know that sommelier who said the only good wine is the kind you enjoy? The guy who told you not to worry about all those weird words on the bottle, such as "France?" He [...]

Is Romance Dead?

So I'm waiting at a stoplight when another piece of techno-pop skitters across the car radio, and the notion hits me: is romance dead? The question is soon embedded in my brain. I'm no Cervant....

Social Network of the Damned

Hell is other people. Sartre got it, of course. We judge ourselves with the means other people have, and have given us, for judging ourselves. If my relationships are bad, I'm totally dependent on ...

Clean Trend

The compulsively clean gentleman insisted I try hydrocolon therapy, claiming that I'm in danger of "autointoxication" (Google it). Though modern medicine has debunked this, there may be a grain of tr...

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