Dear Readers: In the event that anyone actually noticed, I want to apologize for my absence during August. I was not lolling on a beach somewhere in the south of France, but rather, at home, coping with the August heat, and scheduling my fall line-up of medical appointments. Apparently, the roster of specialists
Warning! If you are even slightly shy, you might want to stop reading now. Because today I will be discussing an intimate body part known as the “intergluteal cleft.” Translation for those of us not having a medical dictionary at hand, I am referring to our butt cracks! If you watch even a smattering of
Hey 2021. Your time is done! While better than 2020, you did have your ups and downs. I mean, starting your reign with a deadly riot on our Capitol did not portend well for things to come. But you did redeem yourself to some extent with the widespread availability of COVID vaccines and a sufficient
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
The daily paper tells me that today is Monday. I’m not due to publish this until Thursday. No problem. That’s three more defrosted dinners until the deadline. I may be out of touch with the days of the week, but fortunately, I’m still able to remember what I’ve eaten. Let me clarify. These are not
First of all, I want to make it perfectly clear that none of this is my fault. Yes, I know, I recently posted that blog about wanting to slow down (see To Do or Not To Do). Two essays ago, when I was overcome by self-reflection brought on by another birthday, I wrote
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
