I’m feeling a lot like someone has kicked me hard in the gut. Repeatedly. And they haven’t stopped. Six months ago, I took my dear friend Rick to the hospital so they could give him an IV diuretic to reduce the fluid pooling in his lower legs. Fluid build-up is one of...
I’ve gotten a lot of mileage out of the following poem, written decades ago, and decided to share it here for all those who haven’t lined up a honey for Saturday’s sharing of the Blue Plate Special… A Valentine Verse for Modern Times I stood in the card...
I used to drink. And when I drank, I readily admit I was all-too-frequently guilty of “drunk dialing” in the middle of the night for little or no reason at all. I was just SO SURE that what I had to say was so important and/or insightful that it couldn’t wait until...
Stop fooling yourself. There is no intimacy without eye contact. You can sit at home, clicking “Like” all you want, but until you get the hell out of the house and have actual faceTIME with people, please don’t pretend you are a genuine “friend.” I don’t mean you have...
“You’re not like other girls,” said my best friend Dave back in high school. “Most of them come on all sweet and soft and nice, but when you really get to know them, inside it turns out they’re kinda bitchy.” “Your point?” “You pretend to be tough as nails—so strong...
