Nature sprouts. People go outside their homes, put on shorts, take off shirts, dig in dirt, jump in water, and feel gleeful in the renewed warmth. After being cooped up, personal media shifts to in-person.  They look over fences, tender a wave, and greet on the street.  Maybe, just maybe, after their sequestration by winter…

“When I get really stressed, about to boil over, I head toward my closet.” Totally serious and willing to share, my friend, a woman I’d known since our teenage years, went on. “You’ve seen my closet, right?  You saw the chair?” Nope, just a big walk-in closet in a big house seriously packed with lots…

Go. Out. Side. Waking up late today after a very full yesterday added to daylight savings time stealing an hour, I did my morning ritual in the afternoon — writing, drinking tea and checking in with the world online. My intuition kept nudging me: Get in the sunshine.  Make that the priority. Okay, okay. No…

29 characters of a short-not-sweet tweet broke his heart. Then she grinded it into the ground with detailed phrases. Always late.  Earbuds in ears, you never listen.  Forgot bday.  Crappy friends.  Not best lover. #breakup Not only did they go out to her hundreds of followers including their friends and families, but she hash-tagged it…

“Just the headlines!” Paige demanded, interrupting me with more brass than a marching band. I’d known her game through years of friendship.  As a retired broadcaster, she gets impatient with lengthy descriptions. “Okay, okay!”  I feigned defeat, waited for her reaction, then went right back to telling the same story, only faster. She tilted her…