Perspectives

The wind delivered my neighbor’s campaign sign to my front lawn, and I sprinted across the yard in high heels to return it before anyone saw. Then a poll worker announced my primary ballot to an entire high school gym. Two tiny election scandals, and what they taught me about how much we worry about being seen.

Introversion, Sensitivity, Trauma, and the Need to Recharge Some people need more time alone than others. Not because they dislike people. Not because they are antisocial. And not because they are, as I occasionally remind myself, lazy ass slackers. For some of us, being around people simply requires a great deal of energy. I know what it feels like to need time to recharge my battery after talking all day or socializing with people who are not in my innermost circle. I need

They remain extremely secure, even from me. This morning, Wix asked me to complete a CAPTCHA to prove that I was human. This seemed reasonable. I have been human for quite some time and felt reasonably qualified. Unfortunately, the CAPTCHA did not agree. I clicked on the squares containing traffic lights. Then bicycles. Then crosswalks. Occasionally, a small section of an object appeared in the corner of a square, requiring me to decide whether three inches of bicycle tire le