A job faux-pas leads me to suspect I’m not that funny.

A few nights ago I had a chance to party with an old friend. But our choices are making that an unsteady enterprise.

Trusting people is not-so-easy.

Face full of verve, head full of ideas, he lived with a smirk out the right corner of his mouth. He knew the hardships of survival in Russia. Knew the hardships of survival in Oregon.

I wonder how a frog lives in a pond devoid of lily pads? Maybe forget about hopping for a while and ponder. Unfortunately, I never developed that skill.

Do we question too often? Too deeply? We examine things so much that we’ve begun to question our own questioning.

For those less hip than I am (I almost got through that with a straight face!) the term Emo originated in the 1980s and described a brand of gritty, confessional rock music. It later widened, and has settled into a somewhat derogatory term used to label anyone who says anything remotely emotional. The brunt of this term is often directed at teens, with a mixture of pity and disdain: Oh those teens- what are they so angry about?

Friendships are the true relationships of life and often reflect who we are and who we want to be.  Unlike romantic relationships, friendships are absolutely expected to last forever.  We can truly believe that …