The four of us kept walking while everyone else stood still. “Go, dad, go...” barked Lewis. We turned left, then right, up a few stairs, down a ramp, around a corner, still moving while everyone else leaned against handrails, looked down at their phones, picked at their nails, or watched with envy as we passed… Continue reading The Nickel and Dime Economy
I have a skirt that I bought my sophomore year in high school. It's a cool skirt, dark green with funky little Mayan-looking symbols on it, but it is over thirty years old. I am a culler, not a hoarder, so why on earth would I keep something that long? It's because, as we women… Continue reading The Excellence Czar.