The verdict is still out on my life, the judge having not yet instructed the jury, both of whom are me.

Sometimes I imagine a get-together where I introduce my family to my blogger friends and my blogger friends introduce my family to me.

The choice so often these days is to believe something that seems insane or go insane.

The trick to playing second fiddle is to play it like second Stradivarius.

You can awaken each day to obligations you never chose — or you can decide now to choose them.

There is a limit to how much you can change to be liked for who you really are.

Since the majority is always wrong, might we try one election day where all the losers take office?