Finding the proper proportions of pain and pleasure
One day when I was a depressed college student, a friend named Rita, famous for drinking tealess hot water and writing dense, academic poetry, knocked on my door.
Shavin: Cockroach conundrum, hate ’em, hate killing ’em
A couple of weeks ago I came home from a lovely night out, tired, happy and ready for bed. I dared to think it might be one of those rare, cherished nights that would pass in delightful oblivion, which is to say that I would sleep, all the way through, until morning.
Shavin: What Cecil the lion teaches about compassion
Two weeks ago I watched with revulsion as the story about the killing of Cecil the lion unfolded.
Shavin: Misplaced identity makes for a bumpy ride
Has this ever happened to you? You're halfway to the Atlanta airport, aboard the cushy raft that is the Groome Transportation shuttle.
Shavin: Please, let’s kick the ‘bucket list’
I am aware that the term "pet peeve" is somewhat dated. I know it's more hip to be "P.O.'ed" about a thing, to have "been there, done that" or to simply be "over it."
Shavin: Tripping the dark fantastic; who knew there’d be dogs?
It isn't every day you get to walk down the corridor of your unconscious, but that was my husband's take on our trip through Shoshone, Idaho's Mammoth Cave, a long, underground, tube-like cavern created millions of years ago by a volcanic eruption.
Shavin: Eve of travel sparks fear of the known
As I write this, it is the eve before I leave for a trip with my husband to San Miguel de Allende, Mexico. I am looking forward to it - my husband and I almost never go anywhere that we don't stop 14 hours into the trip, assemble a 10-foot by 10-foot tent, and stand outside in weather ranging from the lovely to the absurd, selling art.
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