Last night I was showing my daughter our wedding album, and I saw a ghost. There, grinning at me back at me from July 20, 1997, was a face that had on...
We were dining with friends when a question took me totally by surprise. "Where are you going to be buried?" Buried? I am still trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up. Are we really old enough to be thinking about where in the earth we want to be buried?
What social norms have you found yourself obeying/violating/noticing as you go through adult life? Which ones would you readily dispense with? Which ones are useful?
If there is one thing I hear all the time from women, it is some variation of the theme: "I'm tired of being the one who gives more than I receive."
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We know how many potential friendships haven't been actualized because we dropped the ball. We waited for someone else to pursue. We waited for someone else to "just make it happen."