Happiness isn't a position. It's a trajectory.

In my country, we're sufficiently consumed by the concept of happiness that the right to its pursuit is enshrined in the Declaration of Independence. But what is happiness?

In the perfect world, no one would need pre-nups. But all too often, a misty-eyed romancer at the altar transforms into a vengeful, avaricious fiscal predator when the marriage goes south.

I have buckets of sympathy for the obese, often subject to cruelty, ridicule, denunciation, and contempt.