You know my M.O. I like to play the victim, so he feels guilty. I call him in tears, and make him rush to my house just because I can. He may have moved out when you moved in together…

Year round, there's the Ridgeway's rail, an endangered species that doesn't fly or swim well. Considering that they live in a flood zone, the cynic in me wonders whether that might have something to do with its endangered status. The…

I think many of us know someone who presents themselves as always being the victim. I think of this as having victim mentality. The person in my life who shows up in this way is someone who I love very…

The lion smells the wounded wildebeest from across the plain. In the wild the weakest are taken down by the strongest. The same predator and prey situations exists for us, human animals—with a cruelty that the rest of the animal…

The yoga retreat I participated in last weekend was lovely. I got out of it exactly what I needed---renewal, inspiration, and release. But my overall sense of peace was dampened somewhat by my consciousness of the privilege that enabled me…

I entertain this notion (conceived while sharing an off-Broadway dressing room behind a theater kitchen with a resourceful family of rats...not mice...rats...we became quite friendly).....: this notion is that there are so many rats inhabiting the city of New York…

Standing up to the people who loved and worried about me when I quit my job and headed west to work on a cattle ranch. I did that work for three years, clueless about the pain endured by those who…

We came home from a month-long trip and realized that mice had been having a party in our house when we were gone. An earthquake had rattled the area and apparently somewhere along the heater pipes, something had come loosened.…

When we finally convened to choose main characters for “Call of Duty: Vanguard,” six of us sat down in a sun-filled corner conference room at our headquarters in Foster City, California, for an afternoon of brainstorming. The Game Director led…

I was game. My hairdresser Carla wanted me to meet her friend's ex-husband, Phil for a date. And as of that day, March 14, 2025, I hadn't had a date, or a boyfriend since my own husband died, twenty years…