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Are You Too Old to Change? Why You Should Reconsider.
Years ago, my mother rebuffed the news of my coming out by explaining that she couldn't deal with it. Her exact words. "I'm too old to change." But you're only fifty-five? It rarely happens in life when you have extreme clarity. But at that particular moment, it was...
Why is the Television so Darn Loud?
There is something going on in our house. Something inexplicable. The volume on the television is too loud. Until it isn't. And then, you struggle to understand the words being spoken by the actors. Yes - I know If you've read my blog, and by the way, thank you for...
Ten Tips for a Happy Life
Years ago I learned an important lesson when someone I dearly loved was dying. If you can throw money at a problem and fix it, then it isn’t really a problem after all. Of course, such a philosophy requires that you’re flush with cash. Line up a roof repair, new hot...
Why is the Medicine Cabinet in the Kitchen?
The other day, I needed heartburn medication and so I went to our kitchen drawer. Food generates heartburn. There's no sense walking to the master bath for a simple roll of Tums. The kitchen seemed a logical location. Why is the drawer full? At first, I couldn't find...
If the Sky is Up, Why Are You Looking Down?
I hate to admit it, but I spend a lot of time looking down. Is this a matter of safety, not wanting to trip, or a reflection of my innate personality? Am I making too much of this? Perhaps. It wouldn’t be the first time. Avoiding potholes? It isn’t that I’m afraid of...
Ever Walk into Your Beloved? Are You Clumsy? Or is it Something Else?
It’s odd, but it seems our house is just not big enough. Oh, there's plenty of square footage. Certainly plenty of space for two men and a dog to navigate. And still, we're constantly bumping into one another. I can’t quite figure it out. Points of contact The foot...
Why is there a Poodle in the Bathroom?
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 you’ve...
Smartphone Etiquette – Stop Looking at Your Damn Phone
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 phone—no...
Death & New Orleans
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. Above...