Shavin: I’ve been taken for granted, and I couldn’t be happier
This past January I had one of those ideas that comes to you like a lightning strike out of a clear blue sky.

This past January I had one of those ideas that comes to you like a lightning strike out of a clear blue sky.

Many years ago, I came across a cartoon of a dog straining at the end of a tie-out, his face fixed in a rageful scowl. The title of the series was, "The Angriest Dog in the World," and the caption read, "The dog who is so angry he cannot move. He cannot eat. He cannot sleep. He can just barely growl. Bound so tightly with tension and anger, he approaches the state of rigor mortis."

I was talking to a friend about how much we hate leaving our dogs when we travel.

It isn't by accident or oversight that I didn't have children.

Last week, I had to visit the WUTC recording studio, temporarily housed in Lupton Hall on the UTC campus.

My brother's oldest daughter married in Atlanta this past weekend.

A billion years ago, I moved to Lafayette, Georgia, to work as a therapist in the local mental health center.

A few nights ago, I couldn't sleep.

It seems fitting, at the beginning of a new year, to put some thought into the future: what's working in our life and what isn't, what we'd like to start or stop doing, how we want the next 12 months to look.

Every day on our way into town this past summer, my husband and I drove by a guy who appeared to be perpetually playing cornhole.
