How I Became a Happy Camper

A constant theme of my life has been travel. Starting with the fact that my father was a career Army officer and was transferred every two years, sometimes every year. The Army, in its infinite wisdom, always seemed to think that the next logical posting for him would be the furthest geographical point in the Continental US (that is when they weren’t posting him overseas.) So we...

When Facebook Forces Us to Relive High S...

I’m not quite sure why I got a Facebook account. I hardly use it. I update it with Twitter when I make a new post and there are several far-flung friends (or even friends just flung 30 miles down the road) who are conveniently kept in touch with by Facebook. I’m checking it a little more now that a few gals from my college are on it and are posting up interesting links....

Looking at Moles. And It Ain’t Pre...

For someone my age, I’ve been surprisingly careful about my skin. Largely it was because I found lying around trying to tan the most boring thing in the world, so I seldom did it. I never really wanted to go for that bronze look. I can count the sunburns I’ve had on one hand — and still have leftover fingers to flash the peace sign. (Those sunburns were not my fault....