Outbursts in Congress, cursing on the tennis courts, and grabbing the microphone from a young award winner; everyone is lamenting our loss of civility as more and more public figures behave badly.
The evil stepmother is a staple villain of fairy tales. A wicked witch who cackles into a mirror, she starves her husband's children while she wallows in riches.
Why do we always wait until things get awful before we ask for help? We wait until our marriage is in a ditch before we go to a counselor. We wait until our kid is failing before we hire a tutor.
Happy Holidays 2008. The economy is tanking. Half the country is lying awake worrying about money. Yet somehow, we’re supposed to find the joy in Christmas, Kwanzaa, Hanukkah or whatever other overpriced holiday you’re wondering how to pay for.
I recently attended a memorial service for the father of a friend of mine. It’s kind of a middle-age rite of passage, attending your friends’ parents’ funerals, that is.
You can’t even buy gas these days without overhearing somebody talking about the election. Whether they’re touting the integrity of their own candidate or attacking the other team as evil, incompetent, immoral, know-nothing thugs, everybody’s got an opinion.
If you’re a bigwig at work — you know, like a University President, or a crew chief at Taco Bell, or the chairperson of the Save the Calico Cat Foundation — you might assume it’s your job to make things run perfectly.
Have you ever had one of those one-way conversations? You know the kind, where the other person yammers on and on about their life while you just smile and nod?