Three Caterpillars

(with apologies to Roz. She knows why.) In the Spring, three little caterpillars hatched out onto the dark, glossy leaves of a laurel bush. They took a good look around. “Where are we?” asked Green. “This must be a mistake,” said Red. “There’s nothing here.” Blue was sniffing leaves, prodding them with a tentative foot. “Um, […]

The perfection paradox

Too many people make a virtue of their perfectionism (often along with their assertion that they always finish what they start, which is another symptom of the same disease, I think). They sometimes try to be self-deprecating about it but you can bet that a perfectionist never doubts that they hold the moral high ground. How can […]