I’m a deep thinker from way back. As a small child, I recall wondering, for example, why my first grade teacher was so unhappy. Her name was Mrs. Sullivan and she didn’t seem to like first-graders.
Since then, I’ve discovered that teaching is a profession that can make it difficult…
Lawrencia Ann Bembenek was a tall, striking young woman. She could have chosen nearly any career, but she wanted to follow in her father’s footsteps. He had briefly worked for the Milwaukee Police Department, and from a young age she wanted to become a police officer.
The youngest of three…
Every now and then working freelance feels like a wet albatross around my neck and my employer doesn’t pay me for three months. It’s during these dark times I consider getting a regular job.
Normally, once this bright idea enters my skull I immediately lie down, praying for it to…
When I was first introduced to Medium, it was love at first sight. Oh, I’d dated other freelance opportunities. I’d even had a long term relationship with Upwork. But this was different. …
Dear Unsubscribe Button,
Every morning after I wake up and center myself with a cup of hot water — because as you know I am off both tea and coffee — I scroll through emails hitting “delete” while practicing acceptance and love.
This is my spiritual practice, which is as…
Alcoholism is baffling. It randomly it stalks its victims. Why can some people have one drink, walk away satisfied, while others — about 10% of Americans — behave in the opposite way?
A single cocktail stimulates the desire to keep drinking, until you’ve run out of money, time, or consciousness.
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My husband is 70 and takes no medication, which is a miracle.
He used to self-treat with ibuprofen for aches and pains in the morning, but he went on a keto diet last month and within a week the aches and pains subsided.
Fifteen years ago I was diagnosed with…
My employer hasn’t paid me in three months. They owe me something slightly over $4,000 for August, September, and October.
But I’m still writing for them. I am not religious and woefully short on faith, so it’s a mystery as to why I keep churning out copy. I can’t barely…
I am semi-retired. My husband is still working, and our home is paid off. I once believed a mortgage-free existence would quickly lead to rolling in huge piles of money.
But we live in America, so every time I walk out the front door I shed money like Lil Nas…
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