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Trash can theology
When a group of high school students wrote to Kurt Vonnegut, he answered with an assignment no one expected: write a poem, then shred it. No applause, no grade, no glory. Just creation for its own sake. Here’s why his strange little challenge still matters, and why I’m trying it too. Continue reading
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Survival of the dumbest
Darwin’s “survival of the fittest” doesn’t hold up in today’s world. These days, it’s the loud, shameless, and downright ridiculous who thrive, while the rest of us pretend not to notice. From grocery store gladiators to Congress playing chicken with paychecks, stupidity isn’t just surviving. It’s immortal. Continue reading
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When Your Signature Becomes an Artifact
Cursive isn’t dead, it’s just moonlighting as Boomers’ secret code while Millennials and Gen Z stare at it like it’s the Da Vinci Code. From forged report cards to professors dragging back composition books, handwriting proves it’s less about elegance and more about survival in the age of bots. Continue reading
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If Rude Were a Ringtone
Phones in my house have always come with drama. First, my mom stalked every call on the extension and my dad scared off boys. Now, smartphones stalk me with tracking apps, blast calls at concert volume, and remind me daily that technology may be smart, but humans sure aren’t. Continue reading
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Smart Home, Dumb Owners
What started as a simple smart-bulb swap turned into a comedy of errors. Between Alexa refusing to cooperate, Google mocking us with song lyrics, and neighbors mistaking our flashlight strobe for a rave, we’ve learned one truth: sometimes a candle really is the smarter choice. Continue reading
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How I Got Fired for Refusing to Work for Free
They offered me a job title without a paycheck, a workload without limits, and “exposure” as my only reward. I declined and got fired with a click. This isn’t a story about losing a job, it’s about refusing to lose my self-respect. Continue reading
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The Dog Takes the Fall for Hurricane Husbandus
Fall cleaning exposed Frankenstein’s laundry lab and a linen closet ravaged by Hurricane Husbandus. My husband, naturally, blamed the dog. As I folded sheets and muttered newly created profanities, I wondered: would a tiny house or treehouse fix the chaos, or just trap me with stadium-volume sports, dog drama, and zero escape routes? Continue reading
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Toddler Carpools and Kidz Bop Taylor Swift
Another Sunday, another ulcer. The Bears lose, my neighbors think we’re killing each other, and I’m surviving on Tums and tequila like it’s a balanced diet. Forget new quarterbacks—Halas should cover therapy sessions and alcohol counseling for every fan still masochistic enough to watch. Continue reading
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Add to Cart: My Gateway Drug
What starts as a quick Amazon search always spirals into absurdity: “frequently bought together” combos that make no sense, suggested items that test my willpower, and a cart full of things I’ll never actually buy. It’s less shopping and more a master class in temptation, chaos, and zero self-control. Continue reading
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The Target Trap
What starts as a simple Target run for shampoo and deodorant quickly unravels into a full-blown adventure: the misleading “Dollar” Spot, hypnotic endcaps, the siren call of office supplies, and an Ulta detour that ends with unexpected lip gloss. Proof that no one escapes Target unscathed, or under budget. Continue reading
The Creative Quill 