The Tragedy of A.P.A.B.

The Tragedy of A.P.A.B.

Don’t feel badly if you didn’t get this acronym; I just made it up:  Adult Passive Aggressive Behavior.  Many of us have been guilty of it at least once.  We smile and nod and then do what we want, all the while being self-involved, unkind, sneaky, manipulative,...
The Tragedy of A.P.A.B.

Judged!

Ever feel judged by someone?  Have you ever made a judgment about someone, including yourself?  Good!  Then you’re a normal human being!  Judgment is nothing more than a personal opinion and if we are going to live in society, in community, we are going to be judged. ...
The Tragedy of A.P.A.B.

Space: The Final Frontier

The other day I went up to my friend Mark’s home.  He and his roommate rent the second and attic floors of a nice early 20th century home in Boston.  He’d let things go for a while and asked me to help him reorganize his space.  It was not terribly difficult...
The Tragedy of A.P.A.B.

Risky Business

The other day at a cookout I asked the mother of a 5-year-old girl and a 3-year-old boy if she found the two of them very different to raise.  She emphatically nodded, telling me that she has to keep her eye constantly on the boy, since in a split second she can find...
The Tragedy of A.P.A.B.

Worshipping at the Shrine of Mr. Clean

I had a cleaning gig a few weeks ago to prepare a house for renting.  There I met a young man who was wonderfully curious about what cleaning products I used for various parts of the house.  For example, I told him I use powdered bleaching cleanser for toilets;...