Now we know Ben Franklin was wrong, the time is money formula fails to factor in both the benefit of happiness and the cost of unhappiness.
On Solstice eve I sail beyond myself into a kingdom of spirits celebrating the sun in repose, freed by the absence of light from the ordinary labors of day.
Enjoy them as a snack, grind them into flour for cookies, or surprise your guests by sprinkling them over the green beans.
I remember the days of the Miss, Mrs., Ms. fight. I checked the Ms. box because I wanted the right to define myself.
Age is climbing up on me like kudzu, and I feel like I need a plan for what to do with it.
For many people the influence of Mercury is not an arguable point. They are quite certain they know what they’re talking about.
Why would I want to live to be 165 in a world where my iPhone doesn’t work and all my friends are dead?