Just one look

It would have taken just a look. One look. A meeting of the eyes, a flicker of understanding, a slight nod of the head. Recognition, acknowledgement of our presence. Instead, we got nothing. The woman at the cash register continued her determined activity with pointed...

Playing chicken

Years ago when I lived in Germany, my mom came to visit me for a couple of weeks. In an effort to expand her horizons and feed my wanderlust, we ended up in Belgium for a few days. (How that happened is a whole other story.) After luxuriating in the hotel bath...

First impressions

A friend sent me this clip over the weekend with the following commentary: I see the language (or variations)  all the time in print and hear it a lot in personal conversations—-business or otherwise. When we see it or hear it don’t we immediately form a...