You can’t hug a sticky note

You can’t hug a sticky note

Each January, when I resolve to be more organized, I look at my desk and think about how nice it would feel to see papers sorted and filed, a clean pad of paper on top of the desk, and my computer monitors freed from all the sticky notes encouraging me to do something...
Be mine, Valentine 

Be mine, Valentine 

I still remember the agony of a certain fourth-grade assignment years ago. Scraps of pink, red and white paper littered the floor as our classroom full of 10-year-olds cut out hearts with blunt-end scissors. We tried to make lacy doilies by folding our hearts and...