Tuesday night after my midterm, I was standing outside a classroom at Harvard on the opposite end of the hall waiting for my friend to come out of class, and as I glanced up at the bulletin boards that span across the wood paneled walls, I saw a couple of things that interested me: One … More Egypt: The Revolution and Its Repercussions
speaking of operational definitions in psychology… what about an “alarm clock?” the kind of alarm clock that someone chooses can tell a lot about that person… is it… a clattering old-fashioned alarm clock, echoing tinnily? a chime? drums? a doorbell? salsa music? a lazily strummed guitar? the sound of your daughter saying, “mommmmmmy, WAKE UPPPP!”? … More wake up!
Puppies. Dogs. Cuddly, wiggly, simply delightful. I look at them, and smile inwardly and they strain at their leashes, wriggling and jumping with their half-smiles, trying to get to me. I guess I wear my heart on my face when I walk around town? Yes, I love you too.
this past weekend was, pretty much, guaranteed to be all fun and games. literally, except for but a few un-forseen events… But, we all know, that would de-dramatize my usually dramatic daily occurrences, which would be such a disappointment. After a late night run to the grocery store on Saturday to pick up snacks for … More on kitchens, kids, and katastrophes
I was just reading in my psychology text about music therapy, which reminded me that at one point in my life until February the 19th, of the year two-thousand and eleven, I quite seriously was considering to be – not a music therapist, but – an art therapist. This brought me to musings on all … More “When I grow up, I want to be a ______”
