The Scary Maze Game

Working with teenagers has many advantages. For one, I know what all the “hip” music is for a given week purely based on what songs I hear being belted into combs, pencil cases, and lacrosse sticks in the hallway. Next, I am well aware what painfully young celebrities I otherwise wouldn’t give a rip about…

The Big Blue Bowl of Healing (and Denial)

Last week, I wrote about my queasy venture into acupuncture for my stupid slow to heal left hand. Remember, those of you who are new to Blue Speckled Pup, I am seeing a licensed physiotherapist for treatment, not poking myself with sewing needles and barbeque forks at the kitchen table. Still, the idea of sitting…