I have long wrestled with how to label my own aging. When I first began writing, I adopted the phrase “Reluctant Ager”. I thought it cleverly summarized my lack of enthusiasm for advancing in years. Look, I am thrilled to be aging… it means I am still here… alive and kicking. But it also means […]
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For much of my 72 years, I’ve existed in a world that is permanently set to ‘soft focus’. Oh how often I’ve dreamed of what it would be like to experience true visual clarity. Picture-perfect eyefuls sound heavenly. You 20/20 folks have no idea how nice it would be to wake up and not have
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My to-do list is a morning masterpiece of grandiose goals, earnest aspirations, and committed determination. At the same time, my duvet is a masterpiece of persuasion. So, what’s a person to do? Well… I’m here to share the only legitimate and rational response: HURKLE-DURKLE. “to lounge in bed past the point when it’s time to
HORIZONTAL RESISTANCE: The Only Rational Response Read More »
There is a specific kind of magic that only happens when the lights go down, the chatter dies out, and the only thing left is the smell of buttered popcorn and the glow of an oversized screen. “The moment the lights go down is often the best part” — J.J. Abrams As those lights dim,
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I was scheduled to meet my date at 2pm on a biting Tuesday afternoon. Naturally, the nerves were kicking in, as this was to be our first face-to-face. A few days prior, he’d requested some deeply personal information, which I know sounds suspect and a bit forward… but I took it to mean he was
THE MAN WHO REALLY LISTENED TO MY HEART Read More »
It’s that time again… time to welcome a new year after all the hoopla of champagne toasts, a sloshed Andy Cohen, and the always hilariously bad Chicago NYE TV. Pretty please be all shiny and new, filled with high hopes and optimism, possibility, and potential. HELLLOOOOOO 2026 – I am talking to YOU! Fingers crossed.
A 2025 Recap & 2026 Plea: (minus the ick) Read More »
I can ruminate with the best of ’em, question beliefs, rant vigorously, and meticulously indulge in reminiscence. It comes in waves. Sometimes effortlessly, ofttimes taking its sweet time, and every now and then… writers block swoops in. It is a real thing. Like a really real thing. Ideas of what to write about typically just
BRAIN DUMP: writer’s block and fartleks Read More »
The other day I got to thinking about words consisting of just four little letters. I came up with many, and then some, words that are pleasing to the ear. Words like: hope and home, baby, hero, kind, dear, idea, epic, love, soul…. all imparting warm fuzzies and admiration. Likewise, it only takes a quartet
THE WEIGHT OF ONE MEASLY FOUR-LETTER WORD Read More »
Once upon a time I was a social butterfly. Flitting here and there with friends, dancing until the disco played Donna Summer’s Last Dance and hosting gatherings where I made all the food in what was then my teeny tiny kitchen. Now it appears I have become a happy hermit. Dancing till dawn? Hahahaha. Gatherings? Ish.
I once flirted with the idea of minimalism. One bowl. One vase. One carefully curated doodad. I lasted approximately one day. Okay, fine, maybe ONE hour. Turns out, I can’t live like that. It’s like asking a painter to only use one color – and that’s no fun. My home screams “personality,” and by personality,
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