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
Off with the Old, on with the New….Year that is. And I can’t say I’m sorry to see 2023 ride off into the sunset. Overall, it hasn’t been a great year. Two wars are raging, thousands of people have been displaced, natural disasters have run rampant. 2023 saw record-breaking tornado events, wildfires affecting air quality
Your time is through! And like all your predecessors, you’ve had your ups and downs. You didn’t start out with your best foot forward because in February Russia invaded Ukraine. On the upside, we’ve so far managed to avoid a nuclear Armageddon. On the home front, the anticipated red wave in Congress never happened. I’ll
Hey, 2020. Here’s your hat. What’s your hurry? I think the sentiment is universal. Perhaps even interplanetary. Most of us can’t wait for 2020 to be over. I know I can’t. What a year! A devastating pandemic, a Presidential impeachment, Giuliani’s hair dye bomb, transition chaos, and a toilet paper shortage. Can things get much
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
He’s ba-a-a-ck! Baby New Year, that is, this time ringing in, not just a new year, but a whole new decade. And as we usher in 2020, let’s raise a glass to the ladies. 2020 has been labeled The Year of the Woman, since it commemorates the 100th anniversary of the 19th amendment. And how
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
As the song asks, “Are you ready?” Because ready or not, here we are again, on the cusp of a brand new year. (Do I say that every year?) 2018 certainly provided an excess of comment-worthy events. But I’ve made it a practice to limit the use of four-letter words, including the word “wall,” on
Since becoming a "woman of a certain age" September has taken on a whole new meaning. I'm reminded of this as I sit at my desk, which suddenly has become strewn with postcards I've received from the medical community reminding me that it's once again time to check in for a check-up. I commented on
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
