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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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 …