by Brad Graber | Sep 10, 2017 | Whimsical Observations on Life
Growing up in New York City in the 1960s, a poodle lived in our bathroom. Pink, with black eyes and a white bow permanently sewn to its head, it sat atop the back of the toilet tank, beady eyes watching our family during the most intimate of moments. By now...
by Brad Graber | Sep 2, 2017 | Whimsical Observations on Life
It has finally happened. I was at dinner with friends and within five minutes of being seated, we were all looking down at our smartphones—Googling, Facebooking, and God only knows what else. Nomo what? Nomophobia (fear of being without your mobile...
by Brad Graber | Aug 27, 2017 | Whimsical Observations on Life
A few weeks ago, I was in New Orleans to celebrate a friend’s birthday. The city seemed to be full of funereal fun. Seriously. The tourist shops were stocked with voodoo dolls, death masks, and skeletons. Everywhere you turned there were signs of decadent decay....
by Brad Graber | Aug 20, 2017 | Whimsical Observations on Life
I wish my refrigerator was spanking new. Perfectly clean with all my favorite foods lined up on shelves that sparkled. Labels facing front so that you can read them. Tupperware neatly stacked. No crumbs or wet spots anywhere. A little OCD? Yes, I’m neat, but not...
by Brad Graber | Aug 13, 2017 | Whimsical Observations on Life
Years ago, a wise family friend shared with me the phrase, save it for good. I wasn’t quite sure what she meant. But I knew from the tone of her voice and facial expression, that saving it for good was not a great idea. Life is short Perhaps there are clothes...
by Brad Graber | Aug 4, 2017 | Whimsical Observations on Life
Gee, it’s awfully hard to find a handyman or handywoman these days. Someone affordable, who can provide electrical, carpentry and plumbing services. I’ve searched, asked neighbors and friends. No one seems to have a recommendation. How can that be?...
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