Does inhaling make someone a loser?

Let’s talk Marijuana. You know, weed. Or cannabis, for those smart enough to know how to spell it. I know, I know … you’re probably about as tired of hearing arguments as to why, or why not, the gnarly little plant should be legalized as I am, but fear not—I’m not going to rant my…

What do hummingbirds and time have in common?

The last six weeks have buzzed past me like a hummingbird buzzes around the feeder I have in my backyard —she’s there, I see her, but then as soon as I try to acknowledge her, she flies away. Gone. Like the last six weeks …

How to pick the perfect fig — aka. how to make a decision!

Like everything else in this world, the term — or definition if you will —of being lost has many different meanings. And I imagine most people’s minds can easily recall a time when they were literally “lost” — like they took a wrong turn while driving (myself, I was terribly lost one morning about eight weeks…

And now, abortion …

I used to be opinionated. Dogmatic, if you will. When I was younger I voiced my opinions and never thought much about why I felt the way I did – or  why I thought I felt as I said I did. But now. Now that I am older, I look back and realize I claimed to…

This just in — Trump drops bid for presidency (JK)

Real good news doesn’t come along very often. And by “good news” I’m referring to the kind that makes your heart stop (of course it doesn’t really stop, ‘cause that would be bad news and defeat the whole purpose of the good news). I’m referring of the kind of good news you don’t expect. Like…

What do Odysseus and the Count of Monte Cristo have in common?

Like Homer’s Odysseus, or like the Count of Monte Cristo everyone wants something — something that scares them, that inspires them, that lives just outside their reach like the metal rabbit tempting the greyhound to run faster … or the proverbial carrot dangling off the end of a rope. And usually, that something that at…

Is it strange to prefer a Powerbar over a frittata?

I have always lived a fairly regulated life – well, maybe that’s not entirely true. I mean there were those first ten years where I lived as I wished … meaning I ate when I was hungry (imagine that), slept when I was tired, and with the exception of the occasional chore or school project…

If I could read minds, I wouldn’t — here’s why …

If you were a tree, what kind of tree would you be? Stupid question. Right? I mean first of all, it’s so beyond hypothetical that it’s impossible to answer. Say “sycamore” because well, it’s fun to say (try it … let the sounds roll over your tongue — see, its fun isn’t it). Say “oak”…