When one is in the throes of A.D.D., one looks at the chaos and it’s a blur, in this case, of brown cardboard. One doesn’t see individual, discrete boxes, one sees box-blob. There is no strategy, no plan… only a vague sense that things are out of place and always will be because nothing, absolutely nothing, can be done with them. Continue reading »
I have found that meditation is really helpful with my A.D.D. symptoms, but I have not yet found a way to meditate while drinking coffee and smoking cigarettes. Please do not think that I am one of those Maxine-looking women, skinny and flabby at the same time, chain-smoking, with her hair in curlers. My hair is way too short for curlers. Continue reading »
Attention-deficit-disordered persons spent a lot of time trying to figure out how to bridge the gap between where they are now and where they want to be. If it’s a one-step process, they do pretty well. If there are unexpected obstacles or corners they can’t see around, they take a nap or read escapist literature. Continue reading »
It just seems so odd to me that anyone would offer something for a penny that I always think there’s a catch — maybe fine print somewhere subscribing me to Popular Mechanics for ten years at $8.95 per issue. Continue reading »
The contrast in fees is reason enough to choose eBay over Amazon for bookselling, but there’s another strong incentive: On eBay the buyer pays me directly through PayPal and, since I have a PayPal debit card, the money is immediately available to me. eBay bills me once a month. Continue reading »
