Dear Friends, Perhaps you’ve noticed my recent absence from your inbox. Some of you may be relieved. Others may have conjectured that my life has become so perfect I have nothing left to complain about, hence I stopped writing. My guess is that most of you have gone about your business and haven’t noticed at
(with apologies to e. e. cummings) that was the question i asked myself as i contemplated having elbow surgery on my dominant left arm. the arm would be splinted and useless for approximately 6 – 8 weeks post-surgery. so, i confronted my right upper extremity and asked if it was ready for a bump-up to
It’s the summer of 2025 and this genetically predisposed city kid is once again roaming Manhattan’s upper west side, walking Sam the dog, and gawking. Make no mistake, I still hate summer, as described in a sweaty essay I wrote last July. But Sam needs his walks, and I get to observe what’s hot, besides
Today I would like to honor an often over-looked and under-appreciated body part – the elbow. Let’s face it. (That’s part of the problem. We can’t. Unless we happen to be near one of those large rear-view mirrors.) Elbows aren’t sexy. Therefore, we don’t tend to draw attention to them. Unlike other body parts, we
Gyat! It’s that time again. Spring break is upon us and with it comes the children of our children seeking warmer climes and perhaps a beach. They bring with them not only their dirty laundry but a vocabulary of slang words that have you wondering if your hearing aids are working properly. Well, fear not.
No, it’s not! Full disclosure. I DID NOT write the following essay. I was speaking to my partner-in-crime, the person who helps me clutter your inbox once a month, and bemoaning the fact that I was running out of ideas. Over the past 12 years, I have succeeded in raising kvetching to an art form,
Spoiler alert: I griped about this very same topic a couple of years ago, but apparently no one was listening! I’m still hearing the same robotic-like comments from well-meaning people, comments to which I feel coerced to politely respond. And it’s the “politely respond” part that I find particularly irksome. Call me cranky, or something
