It Is Hard To Imagine

Everything Rational And Sensible Abandons Me When I Try To Throw Out Photographs. Time And Time Again, I Hold One Over A Wastebasket, And Then Find It Impossible To Release My Fingers And Let The Picture Drop And Disappear.

Parents, It Seems, Have An Almost Olympian Persistence When It Comes To Suggesting More Secure And Lucrative Lines Of Work For Their Children Who Have The Notion That Writing Is An Actual Profession. I Say This From Experience.

Who On Earth Is Going To Use 'utilize' In A Text Message, A Whopping Seven Characters Including The Always-hard-to-type 'z,' When You Can Say The Exact Same Thing In Three Characters? I Can't Think Of A Sentence In Which 'use' Can't Replace 'utilize.'

I Finally Overcame My Phobia, And Now I Approach Flying With A Sort Of Studied Boredom - A Learned Habit, Thanks To My Learn-to-fly-calmly Training - But Like All Former Flying Phobics, I Retain A Weird And Feverish Fascination With Aviation News, Especially Bad News.

I Suppose I Do Have One Embarrassing Passion- I Want To Know What It Feels Like To Care About Something Passionately.