My mistakes give others permission to be human. So why does it feel like death when making them?

When I was growing up, it seemed like there were enough adults around. As I get older, there seem to be less.

It’s not cute to be in your forties and still need your mom to fight your battles.

Sometimes I can barely see two feet in front of my face!

I have a strong sensitivity for the feelings of others. But I can grand jeté right over the line of propriety when the mood is right.

Some gifts last a moment. Some last a lifetime.

There can be freedom, and risk, in full-fledged honesty.

I swam like a fish. I was one with the water.

Father's Day is a different experience for each of us and can change year-to-year.

One man’s grammatical misstep was this girl’s whimsical wordplay.

Don’t get your panties in a wad. It’s not that bad.

I want the freedom to be me. With or without money. No elevation of status. No embarrassment. Just me.

I admire flexible people. They roll with the punches. Never get flustered.

I was smitten. Helpless. Putty.

Sometimes I forget who I am and how I’m wired.

Tell me what to do … please.

Sometimes you just need a good booty shake.

I’m not stressed. My lips just swell sometimes.

It’s hard to decipher intent behind a mask, whether literal or metaphorical.

Unpacking assumptions in a commonly used phrase.