I was standing in line at Starbucks waiting for a little pick-me-up, in the form of a Grande, Java Chip Frappuccino. I haven’t been drinking much coffee lately, but I was hoping a little iced coffee would juice me through an end-of-the-day grocery run at the Super Target.
I was listening in on a little cross-counter banter, when the green apron clad Javameister said something he…
Two – 2 – mornings in a row, I put a pot of water on the stove, prepared my grinds and all the fixings, and waited patiently for the water to boil… and waited… and waited…
These past two mornings it’s taken me an average of six minutes to determine that the stove was off.
I’m pleased to say that I’m comfortable with my failings. Why else would I be…
There’s a new address where you can fulfill all of your e-Kauffman needs. It’s mykauffman.com!
If you think you’re excited, imagine how I feel! Can you think of a better way to stroke your own ego (for less than ten bucks a year) than to put your name up in pixels?
You can still use the old addresses for my site – because it’s the same site, on the same servers. But…
There’s a widespread misconception about the role of social workers in America. Widely used reference materials aren’t helping matters either. Dictionary.com and Wikipedia both refer to “linking clients with agencies and programs that will meet their psychosocial needs,” when discussing the role of the modern social worker.
Now consider a recent conversation with a real…
I’ve used this space to talk about someone close to me… someone who suffers from mental illness. I’ve alluded to hospitalization… and it’s been about 7 weeks now. They’ve tried medication, counseling, and until Friday – ECT (Electroconvulsive Therapy) as a kind of last – or next to last – resort. Since none of it has worked they’ve begun…
So I’m sitting in court, and I see something I haven’t seen since the third grade. You know how children have this innate ability to flash a disingenuous smile on demand? Picture two eight year olds having a heated debate… over who is most deserving of the last popsicle in the freezer, and one says, “well, at least I don’t pee my pants at night.”
Can you picture…
Some of you may know my daughter. Of you lucky few, some of you may know about her affinity for the art of inquisition. Is it any wonder that her father has been known to throw down with a Q or two in his day?
All of this leads us to a few weeks ago. I was walking the hallowed halls of state government, and a conversation ensued with a fellow civil servant who was known among his kind to be a…