Like a Witch, and I Don’t Mean Samantha

 

When I grew up, my long black hair caused me to typecast myself year after year as a witch on Halloween. Samantha on Bewitched proved, after all, that witchcraft was fun and innocent. And I must admit that something in me wished I could manipulate my crumbling world with a twitch of a nose. 
As time went on, I confronted the reality (more…)

Don’t Uncage Your Angry Birds

I don’t know about you, but it takes a while for me to get angry. But like most people, I have buttons that certain people know how to push and that other people – unfortunately for them – stumble upon. Once I get mad, good and mad, it takes me a while to dial down out of my I’m-hurting-you-a-million-ways-in-my-head mindset.
My mind (more…)