Hair today, gone tomorrow. Back in my teens, my stylist once told me I had “model hair.” I’m not sure if she was just being kind or trying to keep me as a regular, but there is no way I could walk into an agency with my matted mess and get offered a gig. If only she was able to trim my reality for that to be true.
Read MoreThe path to righteousness…can it be plotted out using the cluster of red marks that adorn my face like a treasure map? I’m guessing not, so how do I go about scrubbing out the shame and forgetting the scars of wrongdoing? Will I ever find the right answer?
Read MoreThe Price is Right is part of the morning routine within the Chicola household. Each day, the familiar theme song echoes through the kitchen, while contestants "come on down" to win big prizes via games like Plinko, Cliff Hangers, and Hole in One. While I'm sure the beautiful cars everyone jumps up and down for are spectacular, my Jeep continues to prove its longevity and durability, demonstrating to me that it is the "whole package" despite the naysayers. Would trading in make me a traitor?
Read MoreWhere there's smoke, there's fire. I spied quite a few versions of Smokey as he issued warnings and instructions about extinguishing campfires along my path. Unfortunately, "pour(ing) lots of water" will only make my overheated phone more miserable and angry. "Only you can prevent forest fires," and we accomplish this by recognizing when and why things overheat, right?
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