Does Your Office Need a Seshie?

Back when I was single and living in the house of WOE (more on that another time) my roommate Lola, who had just started working at a new job, asked me if I would clear her office. It doesn’t feel right, she said. I don’t really want to be in there, she said. I can’t...

The hot tip to lightening up that nobody talks about

When I was five, my mom divorced my dad: a painful and all too common experience. She left my father for another guy. We drove away in a big U-haul waving goodbye while my dad stood alone in the driveway. While my memory can be pretty crap about a lot of things, there...