When I was twelve years old, my mother dragged me to my annual physical at our local doctor. Once given me a clean bill of health, I dropped to the ground with a sigh of relief. I’ve always had a flair of hypochondriac in me. Every stomachache is a burst appendix. Every cut is going … More He’s in the Little Details
If ever there were a holiday I defined as over commercialized, it would be Valentine’s Day. Men are forced into overspending for roses and chocolates. Restaurant reservations must be made weeks in advance. Attempts are made at the perfect words to say I Love You in overpriced Hallmark cards. However, in complete truth, more recently, I haven’t … More Give Love.