I have slipped up and told a couple of coworkers that I have a blog, but I will not tell them its internet address. This is a private blog and I don’t want people who actually know me to discover too many intimate details concerning my life. I prefer the way things are now, which is; no one reading my blog, rather than the wrong people reading it. However, I did send a coworker a copy of my last blog entry that concerned rehiring an employee named Bernie. She then told me that another good blog...

At my place of employment I am a departmental head. It is one of the curses that can happen when a person bothers to get a higher education. I am in charge of about forty individuals. I have been in my current position for less than a year. I have little experience or knowledge when it comes to supervising employees. Most of my knowledge in that area comes from being an underling; i.e. being the supervised and not the supervisor. Consequently, I delegate to middle management in matters of supervision....

I procure and develop government property for use by the public. Considering my current employment, I am probably not going to be the person who will find the cure for cancer. And I doubt I will ever win a Nobel Peace Prize. Nevertheless, I enjoy the work I do. It can be challenging but at the same time liberating. I feel no deep desire to do more with my life professionally. When it comes to my vocation, I am not a dissatisfied woman.

As of this date, I have no great desire to...

Today is my mother’s birthday. Of course every October 21st is my mother’s birthday, but because of an event on this date six years ago, that particular October 21st comes to mind first.

At the time, I was at college in Ithaca, New York, far from my hometown of Phoenix. I was not only in school, but I was also working part time at a drycleaner a couple of evenings a week. Well, about 9 PM on October 21, 2006 I decided to call my mother and wish her a happy birthday from work....

I am in a relationship with a guy, but that does not stop me from getting silly crushes on other men. I guess Mother Nature has made us this way, whether we act on these feelings or not. I know that I get romantic crushes all the time. Sometimes they are powerful; sometimes they are short-lived and faint. My first crush was when I was about 7 or 8 years old. His name was Jason Nelson. He wasn’t a good-looking kid, but he was about the best athlete in my grade. But the thing that got me was that...