Aristotle, the Buddha, and PB&J
Some days might call for an extra dab of peanut butter and others for rivers of jelly.
Some days might call for an extra dab of peanut butter and others for rivers of jelly.
Now, in the grand scheme of things, does it actually matter that people know you wore the same dress (gasp!) TWICE in your life?
Technology really is a sticky wicket, or sticky widget I suppose, particularly if we are referring to classroom computers.
“Seeing Caribbean fruits on European starches makes me uncomfortable” prompts the listener toward empathy while “You are a traitor to pizza!” will only cause them to clam up.
You’ll probably have to develop a strong stomach vis-a-vis mouse carnage, but it’s a tough world.
I want to get at the heart of your questions by offering some modest but practical advice for cultivating a more omnivorous media diet.
First, as somebody who likes math, I want to clarify: what you’re describing is being bad at arithmetic, not necessarily being bad at math.
In all of these cases, your intervention in your children’s lives was an essential condition in your children’s personhood, not an infringement on it.
Living alone doesn’t have to mean eating alone.