Musings
One more month of being 30
I don’t know what it is about turning 40 that has me, well, quietly freaking out. I think it has less to do with actually aging — I feel 28 and eat like… Read More
Musings
When did I become a ma’am?
I was waiting for the boneless chicken plate lunch I had just ordered from Rainbow Drive-In when a young guy in a baseball cap cocked to one side walked up to me… Read More
Musings
38? Bring it
Yes, it’s my birthday. Thirty-eight years ago, I came into this world, likely kicking and screaming and very hungry. I’ll admit, I’ve had some apprehension about turning 38, for some reason. Age… Read More
Musings
Please don’t call me ‘ma’am’
The other night my girlfriend and I had dinner at California Pizza Kitchen. And while our server was attentive and pleasant and engaging, I cringed when I heard one word: “ma’am.” As… Read More
