Apparently phone addicts get hooked on the repetitious movement of tiny images and lose control of their eyes the way a junkie loses control of her limbs.
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.
In a few naked minutes I learned that self-diagnosis is worth exactly what you pay for it.
I have the insane thought, How did he do that? How does a dog move his water bowl without spilling it?
The experience of menopause can be mitigated with new lubricants, new toys, new technology, and new thinking.
It took a while for me to get used to posting pictures of myself, but I quickly learned that people will scroll past blocks of text. I’m a writer. I don’t exist if you don’t read me.