I would like to have a conversation about bare-chested men. And no, this topic did not arise from some erotic fantasy in which I was a castaway on a deserted island with Vladimir Putin. But rather, a reality that I have confronted on a rather regular basis now that the weather has heated up here
Glancing up, I realize that my title is a bit ambiguous. The word “pack” can have many meanings, such as “a pack of gum,” or a “Cub Scout pack.” Or carrying a concealed weapon. So let me state at the outset that the following is not intended to be a sequel to Orange Is The
No doubt my priorities are all screwed up. There’s so much going on in the world that cries out for serious attention and consideration, and here I sit, obsessing about Viagra commercials. Gun violence, Brexit, terrorist explosions, to say nothing of the upcoming political conventions during which two flawed candidates will be nominated to run
I was in a doctor’s waiting room the other day catching up on my magazine reading (see “Death, Taxes, and the Annual Exam,” February 29, 2016), when the title of a particular article captured my attention: The Disappearance of Older Women. Had this been the National Enquirer, I would have assumed that it was another
What I’m about to say is not exactly breaking news. This is something that every wife and female significant other knows only too well. While we can congratulate ourselves on having made great strides in the fight for equality with males in many arenas, there remains at least one battle zone where men are holding
Question: What’s the scariest thing that a wife of forty years might hear from her husband? (No, it’s not “I’m leaving you for a younger woman,” though that might be preferable to the true correct response.) Answer: “Honey, at the end of the year, I’m going to retire.” Question: What’s the scariest thing that a
It’s as inevitable as the changing of the seasons, as predictable as the ebb and flow of the tides, as constant as the sunrise in the morning. It is its own force of nature, but with a human voice – the daily cry from the upstairs bedroom: “Honey, I can’t find my glasses!” Did I
