I have what I refer to as "farsighted memory": I can recall the red carpet from my family's apartment in Brooklyn when I was less than 2 years old; I remember all my childhood friends' telephone numbers; and I can even cite how much money I made shoveling snow for...

Freelancer. What a strange word -- and an even stranger way of describing one's profession.

First of all, there shouldn't be anything "free" about freelancing. It's work, right? One does the work and gets paid for it. Secondly, there's the "lance" part, which sounds kind of dangerous if you...

When people approach me these days, it's almost as if they are treating me like I'm in bereavement. They shake my hand, pat my back, tilt the head, soften the voice, and ask the following questions:

How are you doing?

What have you been doing?

Who have you been...

My recollection from many years ago is that it used to be relatively easy applying for a job listing. You dusted off and tweaked the resume, scratched out a new cover letter, printed them both on the "special" letterhead, folded the papers neatly into an envelope, licked a stamp, popped...

That Spouse in the House would be me. It's now been a couple of weeks since I was notified of my layoff, and I've recently been getting some vibes from my wife indicating that she doesn't exactly share all the positive feelings about my newfound freedom and creative ambitions. The...

December: You think about decorating your home, giving and receiving gifts, and spending quality time with your family. Well, this holiday season I've been given the gift of a lot of time to spend with family, since I no longer have my job to go to.

You never think...