Lori Duff Writes
I have a complicated relationship with sleep. On the one hand, I find it fun. I tend to have vivid dreams that I can remember the next day. I have a bedtime routine that gives me great comfort – so much so that when I am travelling and can’t make it happen I feel off-kilter…
I’m not convinced that human culture was designed to last as long as our current life expectancy. Let me explain: most of our cultural norms were made up back when the printing press was technology new enough to confuse anyone over 50.[1] Of course, at that time there weren’t a whole lot of people over…
I sat in my living room watching the 2022 Final Four — what would turn out to be Coach K’s last basketball game with Duke. It was quite the contrast to how I used to watch basketball games when I was a student at Duke: standing underneath the net at Cameron Indoor Stadium with the…
Lest you think that all lawyers are boring and stuck up[1], the Georgia Bar is doing something fun on Twitter – they are having a March Madness-type bracket of 64 to determine the greatest legal movie of all time.[2] This is a fun little exercise, and I’m trying to vote in all the rounds. As…
When my anniversary comes this March, I will have been married 23 years. This means that my marriage is old enough to drink, though not old enough to get a discount on car insurance. I’ve been married so long it seems like the things that happened in my life prior to my husband’s involvement in…
Back in the day before microwaves and an entire aisle in the grocery store wasn’t dedicated to frozen meals of increasing gourmet pretensions, there was the TV Dinner. TV Dinners[1] were packaged and served on a divided foil plate. You had your meat, smothered in some kind of gravy or sauce, and decidedly not shaped…
In the past, I had two sweet little babies. As it turns out, I don’t have children anymore. I mean, I have offspring, but not children. My youngest turned 18 a few weeks ago. She’s excited about it. She no longer needs us to accompany her to the doctor. I can’t really stop her (though…
At the risk of sounding more get-off-my-lawn-y than usual, I want to lament the demise of research using books and paper. Don’t get me wrong – I appreciate the heck out of the internet. Just yesterday I was working on a writing project that took place on a specific date.[1] I started to write about…
In case you hadn’t noticed, it is now 2022. I saw on Twitter this morning that the release of Michael Jackson’s “Thriller” was closer to D-Day than it is to now, and that makes me feel decrepit. It is the 51st time I have celebrated New Year’s Eve in some form or fashion, and, guessing…
Generally speaking, I’m not what you’d call fancy. If you have the misfortune of seeing me on the weekend you might think to yourself, “I mean, is she going out of her way to look bad? Did she look in her closet and find the sloppiest, most mismatched schmattas[1] she could locate and put them…