Milli Gilbaugh
There was a time when we went to the grocery store, handed the clerk our list, and waited while he gathered up the items, added up the prices on an adding machine and wrote out the bill, then we paid for our groceries while he packed our purchases into a bag or box and, if there were more than a few, carried them out to our car.
Then came the...
I grew up believing that all men loved long hair. My mother and both her sisters had attended “beauty school” at one time or other and the experience had raised the subject of female tresses, their maintenance and manipulation to an exalted level. There were two aspects of this predicament; one being that I got lots of free haircuts, perms, French...
This isn’t going to be a list of things I want to do before I die. I never contemplate my own death, so there’s no point in it. Once upon a time, I had a list of things I’d like to do someday which is quite a different matter. Oddly, as time has passed, I have found myself cutting things off that list. Things that once seemed more or less...
We’ve all been told that cleanliness is next to godliness, but I’ve never quite accepted the connection. I heard the phrase most often when my mother was trying to get me to perform some unpleasant chore like scrubbing off the ring around the bathtub, or cleaning up the mess the cat made under the sofa. She expected it to convince me to wash my...
When I first enrolled in college, there was a required course that all liberal arts students had to pass. It was known campus-wide as Comm Skills 101, and its purpose was to make sure that we were able to speak and write effectively. This seemed like a no-brainer. After all. everyone needs to be able to communicate with others, not just for the...
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