The last three and a half years I have spent working in a call center for the local utility company. It has been three and a half years of emotional, verbal, and mental abuse, to put it mildly. No o

  On July 5, 2011, many people, including myself, were shocked to hear the words “Not Guilty” resonate in an Orlando courtroom at the Casey Anthony murder trial. Despite our need or desire to put the

  Brian had slammed the front door with such force on his way out, it bounced back open. Deb, overcome by the tidal wave of his ignorance, fell against the perpetual pile of stuff in the dining room.

  Every morning, I’d been waking to the beauty of spring unfolding. Cherry blossoms, orange blossoms, and the songbird symphony. Smiles from my son, his natural joy sprinkled life as we moved through

Filthy dishes rose like a volcano out of the sink and overflowed to the counters, tempting me to judge Deb. My skin crawled at the mess. How was it possible to not care about the clutter and the crust