Courtesy Clint Roenisch Gallery. We are making plenty of money, but the office is teeming with salespeople: Their corner of the office is loud; their desks are scattered with freebies from other start-ups, stickers and koozies and flash drives. We escape for drinks and fret about our company culture.
I was going to do one of those year in review things where I wrote about all the good things of And then I remembered: It is a daunting experience. Elizabeth is a good person. She has a huge heart.
She likes Death Cab and Spinal Tap and comic books and reading. But she is 14, and in some ways that explains everything.
There are times I feel closer to her than ever … and times I feel so much further away. One gorgeous day in autumn, I was sitting on the porch, working, and she came outside and sat next to me, and it became clear after a few choice words about tattoos and nose rings and such that she had come out for the sole purpose of starting a fight.
There have been other things, trying things, unforeseen things, a punishing year, and one day I came up with this idea. We tend to grow obsessed with, well, stuff. What kind of stuff? OK, my mother through the years has had been possessed by countless activities including but not limited to: She recently had coloring pencils shipped from Sweden or Switzerland or some such place.
You can find her work on Facebook. This is just how the family mind works, I guess. I have known all my life about my weakness for growing obsessed by things. I like television too much. I know the only way to avoid free-falling into that television hole is to never start watching in the first place.
I have now seen every show, all seven seasons, 92 episodes. In other words, I have spent roughly four of the last 21 days doing nothing but watching Mad Men. I would rather obsess about something else.Why you should NEVER forgive a cheating husband: Helen did.
Here she explains why it was the biggest mistake of her life. William Deresiewicz: "The End of Solitude" William Deresiewicz is a contemporary writer, reviewer, and literary critic. He taught at Yale University from to William Deresiewicz: "The End of Solitude" William Deresiewicz is a contemporary writer, reviewer, and literary critic.
He taught at Yale University from to [Content warning: Politics, religion, social justice, spoilers for “The Secret of Father Brown”. This isn’t especially original to me and I don’t claim anything more than to be explaining and rewording things I have heard from a bunch of other people.
Many recent statements in the press have declared that it is almost, if not quite, impossible for us to mine as much coal as we need for home and export purposes, because of the impossibility of inducing a sufficient number of miners to remain in the pits.
Sen. Bernie Sanders, once an independent maverick, has been politically neutered by the Democratic Party establishment and is becoming a parody of himself.