Breaking Up the Band

We were playing guitar, last night. My husband is a classically trained guitarist. I’m an untrained disaster. It’s a perfect combination. Sort of like The Monkees, who I loved growing up. One musician and a cute front man. I’m the cute front man. I...

Jobs Where You Can Succeed Even If You’re Awful

I do a lot of career counseling, even though I’m technically a social studies teacher. Students ask what they should do with their lives. They seek validation and a good plan. Many come to me far too late. I’ve been trying to have this personalized...

We (Don’t) Got the Beats

“Miss, come here.” I do. “Can you please explain to him why he’s stupid?” said friend about friend. “Elaborate? Give me the details of this conversation?” I inquire. “He’s got $80 headphones.” friend says....