My Seasonal Affective Disorder always jumps into high gear on the last day of summer. I have often noted that Labor Day weekend is the season's three-day mourning period. It’s a wake for the last wakeboard ride. We go, instantly, from picnic to pumpkin patch.
Yesterday, I drove past a ...
I don’t want to knock any successful Pittsburgh businesses, but Duolingo is stressing me out.
That little green owl is on my back about not conjugating my verbs.
Every morning there’s a red dot on my Duolingo app. I react to the bright-scarlet circle like it’s a red alert on a ...
I don’t want to sound like Methuselah, but a long time ago, before I grew a long, white beard and dispensed knowledge to my acolytes, I could call a person or business center, and someone would pick up on the other end.
Remember when you could talk to people? I do. You didn’t have to ...