So, folks, here we are again. The baby in the top hat, sash, and diaper is once more about to kick the old geezer out of the way, as the number on the calendar changes to 2016. And with another birthday pending, I hope this image will not become a metaphor for my life! I’m
As much as I gripe about the tedium of the holiday season (see T’is The Season To Be Cranky, November 30, 2015) I must confess that there is one time-honored December tradition to which I happily succumb. As soon as the calendar informs me that we are about to embark on the eight days of Hanukkah,
If it’s Thanksgiving, can Christmas be far behind? Or does Christmas now start before Thanksgiving? Somehow I think it does. At least a week before turkey day, or perhaps even more, as I innocently approached my local supermarket, I thought I heard the rather loud clanging of a bell. At first I thought it was
I admit I know next to nothing about current popular music. When it comes to recognizing artists and songs, I dropped out somewhere in the 80s. In fact, I have a recurrent nightmare that I’m a contestant on Jeopardy’s Tournament of Champions, and way ahead of my two challengers. Then comes the final Jeopardy category:
Greetings from Florida. I’m pleased to report that once again we have arrived safely. And once again I find myself surrounded by all of the suitcases and boxes of clothing that now require unpacking and stacking back into the closets and drawers. Each year as we make this transition I vow I will do better,
I don’t mean to sound presidential, but I do want to be perfectly clear. I know for a fact that I could have happily lived out the rest of my days without ever having participated in Social Media. Social Media. I find the very name a paradox. Can you imagine anything more antisocial than a
When I started my website almost four years ago, I made a silent vow that there were three areas about which I would never write: family (husband being the exception), religion, and politics. And 86 essays later, I’ve managed to stay faithful to my promise. That is, until now. Unfortunately, there are some temptations that
For those of you who have imagined me lounging by the pool for the month of August, that couldn’t be further from the truth. In fact, I’ve been lounging on my screen porch, which is nowhere near the pool, and doesn’t dictate that I wear a bathing suit. But I have not been idle. As
It’s not your imagination. There are more TV commercials intruding on your favorite programs than ever before. Or should I say, the actual programs appear to be filling in the time between clusters of annoying commercials. These days, even Charlie Rose can’t seem to get a word in edgewise. No wonder he has so many
It occurred to me the other day that I was invisible. Not just me, but my entire generation. It appears that we lack importance. I’m basing this rather sad conclusion on the fact that we have been entirely overlooked by the folks who bestow catchy cohort labels. Let’s get specific. At the risk of revealing
