From mid-December through early January, choirs singing Christmas carols played on the family stereo as I waited for Santa, strung cranberries, assisted in baking ginger bread cookies, hung ornaments at random on our Christmas tree, opened presents, or hung out in my room. In high school and college, I sang arrangements of carols in styles ranging from contemporary classical to barbershop.
Shortly after my Weimaraner guide dog and I moved into a shoe-box sized New York City apartment, I attended…..
Everyone in Blueville loved Christmas.
Except for The Donald, who hated the Christmas season! No one quite knows the reason.
Some said it was fear of dirt. It could have something to do with his shirt. Maybe his hands were two sizes too small Or maybe he had no heart at all.
So he watched Fox in the box on Christmas Eve, Hating the Blues, so hard to believe…
“They’re hanging their stockings!” he whined with a sneer. “Tomorrow is…..
One of the most depressing parts of the job search is wandering the labyrinthine environments of career fairs wearing a dark suit with a harnessed guide dog on my left and a briefcase on my back. These events take place in large, over-heated rooms where noises bounce off surfaces at varying volumes and angles. Recruiters occupy tables covered with piles of paper, knick-knacks emblazoned with the organization’s logo, and, if you’re lucky, bowls of cheap candy. Loud exchanges between candidates…..
“Hi, this is Peter,” I announced after dialing into a business conference call at 9 AM on the day after Thanksgiving.
“I’m sorry,” said one of the participants with whom I had worked several years ago, “we were talking about the best part of the Thanksgiving feast.”
“That’s easy!” I proclaimed without thinking. “Turkey legs.”
“I’m not sure I agree,” said the other woman with an unfamiliar voice.
“Oh no, they’re definitely the best,” I said, and launched into a…..