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
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
Have you met Alexa? No? Then let me introduce you. She’s the offspring begat by Amazon to be your very own personal assistant. She joins the company of other disembodied voices created to be at your service: Siri, Cortana, and Miss Google Assistant, who, as far as a know has not yet been granted a
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
Unless you’ve recently crawled under a rock, or have been hiding out on a Pacific island with the Japanese soldier who didn’t know WW II had ended, you must be aware that the much- anticipated film version of “Fifty Shades of Grey” was released this weekend, with the biggest advanced ticket sales of any movie.
I consider myself to be a peaceable person. On a scale of 1 to 10, with 10 representing the highest tolerance for any situation that portends violence, I would rate myself a minus 5. I’m against the death penalty. I bring a scarf to the movies so I can pull it over my eyes if
When we last left Anna Steelman and Judah Gold (nee Goldberg), she had just been introduced to his Florida Room of Pain (aka the Pink Playground), and was being ravished atop the ornate four-poster bed by a turned-on Mr. G. He succeeded in awakening stirrings within her that she had not experienced since discontinuing hormone
Two significant events occurred this week. 1) I had another birthday, and 2) I finally read “Fifty Shades of Grey.” What is the link between these two seemingly unrelated happenings, you might ask? Even if you don’t (ask, that is) you know I’m about to tell you. My birthday, of course, forced me to confront
I think I have figured out the afterlife. If I go to heaven I will be surrounded by wonderful delights that are no longer accessible to me here on earth. For example, for years I enjoyed eating a particular mint candy that, in addition to having just the right amount of zing, also happened to
