I’d much rather be dressed up as a clown, complete with the red nose, oversized shoes, full face paint, and handing out balloons to kids all day than suffer through the agony of attending an upscale cocktail party. And before you ask, I’m not grappling with social anxiety, nor am I living like a recluse.…
DetailsAlways 10 minutes late? Or do you prefer being 15 minutes early? Does your spouse always have to do yet another task before leaving the house? Are you and your family quarreling endlessly about when to leave for an on-time arrival? First, stop fighting! Then, explore the possible reasoning behind each person’s viewpoint.…
DetailsI was flagged by Sister Helena in 5th grade; she sent me down the hallway to a dark room, where I sat until a woman instructed me, “Read the eye chart.” I started at the top row and slowly made my way down to the third row, “E, F, P, no, Ummm B, F? no,…
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