Selected articles from my column, Act As If, at NowCasting.com
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I carry a briefcase. I’m dressed
in a severe, all-business power suit. The skirt is a conservative, yet
attractive length. The heels of my shoes are just high enough to be painful.
I approach the desk and check my watch. I’m agitated. An underling
is late. I sit at the desk and, with manicured nails, type something on the
keyboard—something important.
I’m the boss. A giant, hollowed-out basketball completely covers my head.
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I’m one of those people you might call “anal.” It’s an unattractive term
for an orderly person. I’m not obsessive-compulsive to the point of exhibiting
the so-named disorder, but… |
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Last night I told my husband about yesterday’s visit
to the proctologist. I related my discussion with the doctor, covering such
topics as nutrition and exercise. I described how the doctor poked needles into
my hands, legs, and ear... |
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