Don't Eat the Blue Dots!
My husband celebrates a milestone birthday this week. As the kids and I prepare to make his favorite cake, I’m reminded of the first birthda
I Was An Online Bully Before It Had a Name
My senior year in college, the honors program required us to create and present a research project. My advisor compared it to a master’s level thesis. I put a lot of work into my project, but I’m not sure it would qualify as a master’s level. I spent many hours outside of class and on the weekends in the library studying old newspaper design on microfilm. Now that I’ve bemoaned how hard I labored and how much Saturday television I sacrificed to complete this project, you’ll a
