The Semi-Sophisticated Scribblings of

Journalists can be honest about everybody else. Can we be honest about ourselves?

I'm guessing a Depeche Mode concert is not among the likely places to find a four-leaf clover. And yet...

I'm in my early 40s, and it's taken until now for me to be okay with nothing being set in stone - or in my case, set in a chocolate frosty from Wendy's. In the mid-90's, there was a Wendy's next-door to my high school. My friends and I routinely went there for the suburban delicacy of dipping our fries into a frosty. I remember during one meeting of our semi-formed teenage minds, we discussed our futures. They were adamant I would be "the next Oprah Winfrey." And that was the

I did a Saturday morning sift through a backlog of podcasts, and I found one about time capsules. My morning coffee got my imagination churning. And from it, I present to you the items I would put in my time capsule (plus the one thing I'd be happy to bury and never think about again.) 1) This Sprite Bottle from 1997 Call it puppy love, but I never felt more special than the night this Sprite was bought for me. I just celebrated my Sweet 16 in Minsk, Belarus during a foreign