Breasts, B.B.’s and Belated Beatitudes

    I am at the doctor’s office filling out the standard paperwork.  It’s been a year since my last mammogram.  I scan the list of every horrendous ailment. “No,” I check to burning, itching, psychiatric disorders. “No” to cancer, diabetes, heart disease and...

Myers-Briggs or Candy Land ?

“I want winning!” the three-year old seethed as he plucked the dreaded peppermint candy card from the pile.  He was so close to the castle, the finish line, the grand ending where he could declare himself the winner, but instead he boomeranged back to the...