Confessions of an Insomaniac: Specialization is for insects

“A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, con a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently and die gallantly. Specialization is for insects.”  - Robert Heinlein ...more

Confessions of an Insomniac: Chinny chin hairs

I remember watching my grandmother pluck hairs from her chin when I was a young girl. I was horrified. Would this happen to me? Would I turn into a man? My grandmother laughed and shrugged, “it’s just part of getting old.” It’s official. I am old. I got my first chinny chin hair the other day. Read the rest of this entry at ...more

Confessions of an Insomniac: My wonderful airport painting

People painted across a vast landscape of stores, restaurants and planes … The airport may not be the most picturesque place to watch people, but the fluorescent lights definitely illuminate the many lives that walk past the numbering system that we all have grown to associate with flying. The Atlanta Airport is the melting pot of civilization. Every state and nearly every country is represented. Read the rest of this entry >> ...more

Confessions of an Insomniac: Life in the slow lane

The September nights have faded, but the speeding ticket that was handed to me on that horrible Monday still lingers. It is amazing how much of my life has been determined by a stupid piece of paper. On the right path? Until recently, “careful” and “cautious” were two words that never fit in my vocabulary. I was reckless, daring and quite frankly … stupid. Read the full entry >> ...more

Confessions of an Insomniac: Be kind, please rewind

Now playing in VHS … Three people sit in a dark room laughing hysterically at a TV screen. Next to them is a box of video tapes. Each is labeled with a name to identify the life playing out on the screen. You watch as one person picks out a new tape. “Can we watch this one again? I do not think that I have ever laughed as hard.” Read the full entry >> ...more

Confessions of an Insomniac: The anti-Valentine parade

Valentine’s Day is the Hallmark holiday that has been shoved down our throats since grade school. Could this be as bad as getting McDonald’s to sponsor report cards? Valentines of all shapes and sizes circulate the classrooms as teachers force students to celebrate the holiday. Each student has an elaborately decorated valentine box that he or she creates from an ordinary shoe box, milk carton or whatever other creative idea the teacher happens to have at that particular moment. Read the rest of this entry >> ...more

Confessions of an Insomniac: Blending in

Traveling to different places and countries only makes us realize how little we know and understand about people, communication and relationships. While many things are very similar, we can safely conclude that we in the States are the non-conformists. Read the rest of this entry >> ...more

Confessions of an Insomniac: Add 60 miles to that

It all comes down to numbers. Geography is just an obstacle. I would never let something as simple as miles on a map get in the way of my pursuit for happiness. Contradiction starts here … Read the rest of this entry >> ...more

Confessions of an Insomniac: Are you kidding me?

Before the Backstreet Boys and ‘N Sync … No longer kids and most certainly not new … New Kids on the Block are making a comeback. 15 years ago …I had the music, posters, buttons and clothing. My walls were completely plastered with the faces of the magnificent five. I had a journal dedicated completely to my love affair with Joey McIntyre. Read the rest of this entry >> ...more

Confessions of an Insomniac: Being human is a complicated gig

As humans, we have created such complicated lives for ourselves. We are an “advanced” species (this is still up for debate) that thrives on power, money, sex and time. As a result, we find ourselves in a web of greed forever seeking “happiness.” What is this happiness? Read the rest of this entry >> ...more