Crying over cookies

Let me tell you something pretty embarrassing. You can laugh, it's okay. I laughed at myself. But yeah, so I cried over some cookies on Friday. The setup: Three other people in my office building and myself organized a bake-off. We've had a chili cook-off four years running, and this year we wanted to add …

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Why I won’t kick the dog

A natural response to one's own anger is to transfer the punishment to someone else, whether that punishment was deserved by the angered person or by someone at whom the angered person is...well, angry. It's the whole "Dad got in trouble from the boss, Dad comes home and snaps at Mom, Mom snaps at teenage …

Big girl status

In May 2015, I changed course regarding my occupation and left journalism for the government. The local government, to be exact. It's not like I joined the FBI and became one of the liaisons who "cannot confirm or deny" anything to any media person ever. I'm not a complete traitor. Nope, just became an employee …

Taking social cues: My quest to learn when to stop talking about serial killers

Sometimes, I don't know when to stop talking. Or, rather, I do, but I misjudge my audience's visible discomfort for a sore back, a stretch or the need to check an important incoming text message. By the time I stop talking, it's too late. They're already disturbed. This seems to happen most often when I …