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Shaking it With TSA

Shaking it With TSA

My teenaged son had marched through the security gate at the Baltimore airport. He waved and shouted, “Hey, mom, I’m going to get a pizza. Want some?” I nodded an emphatic No. “Ok, see you at the gate.” I started to wave back, but he was gone. I threw my small...
Marketing to Men

Marketing to Men

The question of how female writers can ever market to men circled through my mind briefly as Rod told me what had happened at his job site.  “So,” I said, “you’re saying my obsession to save the trees is how I shocked the construction workers and found new...