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
Diary? Whom am I kidding? Keeping a diary implies that you know what day of the week it is. Which I don’t. For any orientation at all, I rely on the daily newspaper delivery, which miraculously arrives at our house each morning. Part of my husband’s physical fitness routine is walking to the edge of
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
So your Gen Z grandkid is home from school. (Can you believe she’s in college already!?!) You overhear her talking on her iGen iPhone to her bestie. It sounds like she’s speaking English, but is she? Not that you mean to be nosy, but you don’t understand a thing she says. But if you want
So I just had another birthday. How do I feel about that? Since you only stop having them after you’re dead, I guess I feel pretty good. In fact, I’ve recently made some serious investments in the future by electing to renew my car registration for two years instead of one, and my membership in
Did you know that Valentine’s Day has been celebrated since 496 AD? So it’s not some contemporary occasion created by the greeting card companies! St. Valentine, a Roman Catholic clergyman who was martyred on February 14, is the patron saint of lovers, epileptics, and beekeepers. Surely there is a connection
What a great time to be a professional complainer. Like myself. And to have written a how-to book about the subject, which will, no doubt, be catapulted to the best seller list due to a recent article in The New York Times. Nearly 10 years into my third-act career and I have finally been validated.
This wasn’t the first time that Susan Goldfein had considered a transition. But in her early 70s, the part-time Palm Beach resident saw the ending of the job she had given her all to, and at a point where many consider retirement, she found that "‘retire’ was like a four-letter word," she says. So instead of taking
Perhaps it’s the post-holiday season lull, or the lull in my brain due to a horrid head cold, but lately I find myself pondering insignificant, mundane communication transactions that occur with regularity in our daily lives. I catch myself ruminating about things I would normally ignore. For example, the other afternoon, when the check-out person
