In retrospect, we should have become suspicious when we all suddenly needed an appliance called a "food processor."
I’ve been pondering this week that you can’t spell “team” without “tea.” Sitting back and sipping a morning beverage without a looming deadline or a critical editor sounds pretty good right about now.
My package arrived without incident. Incident was mailed separately.
Maybe I’ve seen too many video captures of bank robbery suspects wearing baseball caps, but I can feel a deep urge inside me to ask for candy or cash.
It’s deeper than anyone thought, because PERS retirees are being paid their defined benefits for longer than the actuaries estimated.
Put your bathroom scale in front of the fridge. Shift your attention from effect to cause.
Beneath our parading self-importance, we’re silently amazed that we can carry so much stuff — so much important stuff! — around with us.
We didn’t fear when “The Donald” burst into national consciousness two decades ago. We were inoculated early, protected from any damage caused by cartoon characters.
No one should feel obligated to buy anything in an airport’s Duty Free shop.
I’m not usually a pessimist, but I opened a can of soup the other day with an expiration date in 2018 and I thought, “Well, that’s presumptuous.”