The two of you had been in the kitchen during Super Bowl halftime when his hand swept behind you with a pinch. You thought you had seen a smile etched on the corner of his lips as he left the kitchen. When you told your husband about it that evening, he told you that Carlos was gay. After the divorce, you often thought of your ex-husband with his best friend Carlos.
Those delicate cords we like to refer to as heartstrings are plucked and tweaked by the very instrument modernity holds high: the television. No other programming does a better job at plucking our heartstrings than the TV commercial. Sometimes these little plucks help us take notice of the best in ourselves.
The holiday season is becoming less of a season and more of a year-round event. In our effort to prepare we have started to dig out the decorations earlier and earlier. Ten years ago it was close to November; now it’s closer to September. This isn’t the only indicator, our favorite retailers have used this insight to their advantage.

May I Have A Fork
There are foods we eat with our hands, and there are foods we eat with a fork. But for some there are foods where the hand is a no-no, and the fork reigns supreme. This was clearly apparent during a post game trip to a burger joint not long ago. Man and beast were made to question the other while grease made the debate a little easier to swallow.