Dirt Road Ramblings

Random musings of an aging kid-at-heart who marvels at life's wonders around her

I don’t like being scolded. Like most people, I feel uncomfortable, even threatened, when someone wags a finger in my face. I certainly don’t like feeling stupid or defective or manipulated, which is exactly how I feel when a hyperconfident spinmeister tells me how to fix my presumably lacking life in five easy steps. (Shall I …

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