A blogworthy life?

I am an extrovert.   I know; you’re shocked.   I love human interaction.   I need it to survive.   It is why I enjoyed living in a room w...

Dear West Virginia, I love you.  This may come as forward, but I've been feeling this way for as long as I can remember.  I think my ...

The Holocaust Museum made me want to scream as loud as I could, sob in shivers, punch a wall, and stare in disbelief.  Oddly, I did none of...

I love airports.  I had this thought tonight as I sat at Reagan National Airport volunteering at the USO there. There's fantastic peo...

I 'm coining a new psychological term: passport photo induced depression. No one, and I mean no one, should be subjected to seeing tw...

The Sound of Music is a classic.  As a child I would wear the kitchen curtain on my head, and unlike most young girls who would pretend to ...

Multiple men in my life, my friends, and my immediate and my extended family have all said the same thing to me about my “obsession” with F...