The man who reads the skies says today will feel like 105—never mind the thermometers,conspiring and lying at 96. Who decides what it will feel likeand what kind of scale do they use?Is there a finger licked andthrust up into the windor do they poll sweaty people melting down the city streets? Is there a…
It never occurred to me that there was a problem with the way I approached confrontation with my loved ones. I spewed my feelings, raised my voice, overreacted, brought up past grievances I had been marinating in, and went into every argument with one goal in mind: to be the victor. I believed that arguing…
“What is your worst quality?” The question feels like one you are asked in a job interview, where your answer is something carefully crafted and practiced in front of the bathroom mirror. Your answer to this question sounds like a flaw on the surface, but it is really designed to make your interviewer see what…
The Other Courtney 