So the other day I was on the phone with my friend Doris (not her real name). She’s had a very rough winter. Some strange malady has been sapping all her energy. The slightest household chore sends her crawling to the sofa to lie down. Her doctors have assured her that it is nothing life
I am about to brag. If you don’t want to listen to me bragging, you have my permission to stop reading right now. I generally hate it when people brag, so I wouldn’t blame you in the least. Bragging is obnoxious. If it isn’t one of the seven deadly sins, it should be. I much
It’s Monday morning, and I have declared that I am going on a diet. Again. My weight is starting to climb. Again. I’m sure if I try hard enough, I can identify more evil food items that must never again pass my lips – foods that will join the cadre of those already banished, like
