Nature is lovely as long as it's not too nature-y. Sukkot seems in harmony with that notion.
I have seen births and I have seen deaths. Both beautiful in their way. And a surprising thread connects them both.
Am I the only one that feels this way?
How come the people I love most trigger me to behave so bad? What oh-so-sensitive buttons are these relationships pushing?
I have yet to find an answer. But I want to try.
Mistakes, microwaves, disconcerting women, electronics that might be conscious: intriguing wisdom from unexpected sources.
Statistically, pretty people get farther in life. With elegance and poise, they get the job. They get the compliments. They get the guy. But that's not me. That's not many of you.
