I work at home so spend a lot of time maintaining the space.  I also have three boys, almost men, in-house.  Perpetual rearranging is an essential activity. Last week’s project was to remove an old desk that was attached to the wall. It was too bulky for the current needs. Sadly, where I thought the two-by-twos were nailed up, they were screwed into the wall. Choice words were thrown my way when I cried for help from one available teen. “Bleep, bleep, bleep, Mom, what have you done now?” Once we got it all down, there were serious holes in...

Here at Open Wound the inherent value and absolute uniqueness of each individual is a high priority. However, believing in that will not stop me from being pissed off at any unique soul that acts like an asshat. It’s a paradox, I know. I’ve been vocal about how the expression “everything happens for a reason” gets on my last nerve. Yes, sometimes people suck, so I’ll buy that reason for certain outcomes. But that is not what I’m talking about. I’m talking about fatalism. Dictionary defined as the “belief that all events are pre-determined and therefore inevitable.”  Number one, if...