I'm not sure if I really believe in reincarnation, but I do find the notion very seductive. One can take a measure of comfort in the belief that, although one's physical body may be dead, the soul can still thrive. Just think about it. I, or at least my soul, can start a new life
Are you one of those people who take great pride in your ability to do several things at once? Do you cook dinner, feed the dog, and talk on the phone all at the same time without sautéing the Alpo and giving Fido the hamburgers? Do you wipe the sink while you’re brushing your teeth
So here we are, on the cusp of a brand new year. There’s a lot to be said about 2017, but I’ve made it a practice to limit the use of four-letter words on my web site. Therefore, I shall let Fox News and CNN continue to battle it out, and direct my comments elsewhere.
I am in recupery. To describe my present condition as "recovery" gives the impression that I've entered a 12-step program. Which I haven't. Although I wouldn't object to attending AA meetings provided they were held anywhere that was not my living room. As you know, if you were paying attention (see essay posted on July
I apologize for the fact that I’m late in delivering this new post. That is, if anyone even noticed that I’m a few days past my deadline. Five to be exact, if you happen to mark your calendar. Which I highly doubt. But that’s okay. I don’t mind my usual timeliness being taken for granted.
Yesterday was the Ides of March, and that can only mean one thing. It’s time for the annual rundown of what Big Pharma has been up to during this past year. And the drug companies did not disappoint. New treatments for everything from dry eye to chronic constipation have emerged. And once again, while the
It has been said, by Ben Franklin, I think, that the only things in life that are certain are death and taxes. I’ve taken the liberty of adding a third item to the traditional twosome, the annual physical exam. A call from my doctor’s office reminding me that another year has gone by is now
I am about to brag. If you don’t want to listen to me bragging, you have my permission to stop reading right now. I generally hate it when people brag, so I wouldn’t blame you in the least. Bragging is obnoxious. If it isn’t one of the seven deadly sins, it should be. I much
This blog will be short and sweet because I have to run off to a doctor’s appointment. I don’t remember if it is the dermatologist or the opthamologist. I’ll have to consult my diary so I don’t wind up waiting an hour in the wrong office. I also have to check my wallet to make
I have mixed feelings about formal occasions. On one hand, it’s an opportunity to release my inner child and play dress-up. On the other hand, my outer “mature” adult cringes as it contemplates the possible necessity of Spanx or other constricting undergarments. Even the idea of panty hose makes me shudder. So when the invitation