There is a consensus among linguists that the English language is weird. (Well, maybe not all linguists, but two or three, at least.) That might be because English is like your pet dog if your dog happens to be a mutt. What makes a mutt weirdly, and wonderfully, unique is that it has borrowed its
I don’t think I’m suffering from paranoia, but I am resolutely convinced that someone from Apple is spying on me. What other explanation can there be to account for the weekly messages that appear on both my i devices (phone and pad) summarizing my screen time? Not only do these messages mathematically tally my screen
This essay originally appeared on September 17, 2015. I'm pleased to say I'm still standing and embracing the Third Stage of my life! 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
It is the common wisdom that men, especially men of a certain generation, do not like to shop. In fact, a British survey of over 2,000 people found that men became bored after only 20 minutes of shopping, while women could go for a full two hours. This should come as a surprise to no
Come on, admit it. We are all subject to occasional morbid thoughts, especially at that point in life when the number representing our chronological age exceeds the highway speed limit. Don’t tell me that you never think about the Grim Reaper, the Dark Angel, or any of the other euphemisms you can name to avoid
The inevitable has happened. The insidious process has reached its conclusion. The final step has been taken, and the journey is over. I can deny it no longer. I have become my mother! Despite our self-righteous cries as young girls that we will never be like her, one day we look in the mirror, and
Remaining mostly at home during this past year of COVID-19 has opened my eyes to many things. Some of which I would rather have not seen. For example, the dust bunnies under my bed. Or the water spots that accumulate way too frequently on the shower door. And the grease that hides in the crevices
I have long ago made peace with the fact that I am not a manicure person. In fact, my fingernails are one (or ten) of the least favorite parts of my body, second only to my Buddha belly and skinny ankles. And I don't think my fingernails are too crazy about me, either. If they
We just sold our house! I regard this event with both sadness and relief. Sadness because when we purchased this ugly duckling 11 years ago, together we transformed it into the beautiful swan it is today. Our blood, sweat, and tears, not to mention cash, went into each tile, each light fixture, each plant
May is Older Americans Month, or so proclaimed President Gerald Ford in 1976. It's the month that the nation is supposed to honor all the past and present contributions made by its senior citizens. Since I've already wasted 15 days in not acknowledging the greatness of my cohorts, I thought I'd use this blog to
