This summer, a Wisconsin woman answered her phone. A scammer claimed to be from the Social Security Administration and told the woman she would be arrested for money laundering if she didn’t buy thousands of dollars’ worth of gift cards.
She had already given them $4,000 in gift cards from stores around the area when she went to buy another $1,000 from the gas station where she was a regular customer. Employees sensed something was wrong. They wouldn’t process the... Read More
My wife worked at Kmart through high school. Her job was to use a price tag gun to slap price tags on all the products. She tells me she can still hear the sound the gun made: Ca-chunk, Ca-chunk, Ca-chunk.
Although we can’t hear the sound, we all possess a price tag gun. We carry it around, not in our hands, but in our hearts. And we don’t slap prices on products but on people. We value people based on... Read More
Every year over Labor Day weekend, a small town in Wisconsin gathers for the World’s Greatest Junk Parade. What started out as a joke between a few men has turned into a celebration of junk vehicles topped with junk decorations—including antlers, toilet seats, and whatever trash people find in their attics.
That got me thinking. Maybe we need a few more personal junk parades. Oh, I’m not talking about celebrating the junk in our lives, but maybe it’s time we... Read More
Have you ever had to grit your way through rehab?
Back in college, I collapsed my right lung in a freak soccer accident. A routine play burst a hole right through the tissue, turning my every breath into an agonizing groan. After surgery stapled my lung shut, I had to rebuild my strength by breathing into this plastic contraption for weeks until eventually my body regained its former strength.
Adultery is a little bit like that day on the soccer... Read More
My husband and I have lived on my husband’s income the entire time we’ve had kids, with me working here and there to supplement and cushion the budget. Recently, I decided that in three years, when our youngest starts high school, I need to get a full-time job and pigeonhole most of what I make for ten or so odd years so we have money when we’re old.
That’s a very American way to think, and it fails to take... Read More