I just did something I’ve never done in my life. It involved the help of a Doctor – a specialist – that, not only had I never seen before, but I never knew existed. Now that the treatment’s over, I feel fantastic. Renewed. Like I’m 20 years old, eager to throw caution – and a … Read more…
It finally came to blows for me over those special-space accommodations for the most-recently-anointed, protected class of drivers, “People with Infants”. Seriously?! As caretaker for my elderly parents who can ambulate only with the help of walkers, I’m all too familiar with the benefit of parking the car as close as possible to the door of … Read more…
I dread going to the mail slot more than is normal and healthy. Not because of the onslaught of bills and catalogues – especially this time of year. But because I think that the sight of ONE MORE 5×7″ blue-and-white, Bed Bed & Beyond coupon may just push me over the edge! These over-sized postcards don’t just add-up. They MULTIPLY! … Read more…
“Manspreading.” No question, the act is inconsiderate. Even downright rude. But the word, itself? That’s what I find offensive. It makes me cringe. If you’re not familiar, “manspreading” is something that men do all the time – in public and, most often, in settings related to mass transportation. (Think, ‘on the subway, the train or on … Read more…
Oh NO! Does this mean I’ll have to buy new, imported dinner plates?!
That’s it! I have officially arrived at Are-you-kidding-me-ville. This time I am propelled by all things “Gluten Free” and I can safely say, I doubt there’s any going back. I’m sure it started innocently enough, when ‘No gluten’ was doctors’ orders for people with celiac disease. In fact I knew two people, personally, who simply could NOT eat foods … Read more…
Love me some Roller Derby. And I hadn’t had any in a while when I noticed a neon pink flyer posted outside a JavaLava in Flagstaff last summer. It was on for the next day, this special Roller Derby bout, tied-in with Gay Pride Week. If ever there was a must-see event, this was it. Admission was ten … Read more…
I saw a post on social media today that I feel compelled to share. It captured the translation of an old Polish saying, “Nie mój cyrk, nie moue małpy” which means, “Not my circus, not my monkeys”. I like this saying. A lot. To me, the implication is a cross between the familiar, “Not my problem, … Read more…
What are the chances you would ever see your dentist brushing his own teeth? One in five thousand? 62,089 to 1? .00037 per cent? If you guessed even “extremely remote”, you would be right. But, like the chances of being born on Leap Day (one in 1,461), it happened to me. I was at the office … Read more…
Sorry, but I need to vent. I’ve had it up to my eyeballs with digs and barbs and snarky comments about people like me who “live on the Internet”. To those who criticize, I have a simple two-word response: “So what!” So I fire-up the E-edition of my daily morning newspaper as soon as my feet hit the … Read more…