Last night I had this dream that longtime friends stopped by my place. While I chatted with Jim, Gina pulled a couple of laundry baskets from the closet and sorted my dirty clothes conveniently piled on the floor. “I was just about to get that,” I said after she finished. Not even Dream ...

I have reached the baggy years of life. I know this because of a meme I read the other day: “How to be an adult: Have a bag of cords, a gift bag full of gift bags, a plastic bag full of plastic bags, and bags under your eyes.” I’ve been bagged. It’s like someone prowled through my ...

The only “password” I had to remember growing up was my locker number. And I wasn’t always eager to use it. My textbooks were in that locker. And, my nose suggested, a dirty gym sock or two from the previous semester. Even when I didn’t want to, I remembered my locker password. My ...

Nobody likes a tattletale. Especially not a smart-mouth, know-it-all electronic one. My auto insurance company recently convinced me to download an app for my phone to score my driving and maybe earn a policy discount for being wonderful. Do you remember when you almost messed up and a ...

My hand hovered over the mug. Would today be the day I won the lottery? My fingertips brushed past blue, green and yellow before pinching the red one. Yes, let’s try the red one today. I tugged the red ink pen out of the jam-packed coffee mug. Clicked it. Tried to write. I pushed harder ...

Whenever I’m feeling down, I can always count on scientific research to cheer me up. You never know what crazy things researchers will try next. They have the minds of mischievous 3-year-olds. And they get paid to play. For example, scientific researchers, through actual studies and ...