My friend Rick has an ICD. He’s had it about seven years. It’s a small device, maybe an inch and a half square, implanted under the skin of his upper left chest. It uses electrical pulses, or shocks, to help control his heart rhythms. An ICD is a lot like a pacemaker,...
It’s pretty easy for me to mind meld (Jedi or otherwise) with the main protagonist of my mystery novel. Sylvia’s in her 50s, took early retirement, and lives on the peninsula. It’s not much of a stretch at all for me to get inside her head. But a few of my other...
March 5, 1984, I moved into the house where I’m still living. That I would still be residing here 29 years later was part of my Master Plan. I distinctly remember telling Sharon Kaino, the realtor who helped me navigate the paperwork, that I’d probably die in this...
Who actually “rests” on the seventh day? Seriously. Well, ok, there was that One Guy… Of course, if I had created a whole freakin’ universe, complete with Earth, Wind, and Fire (whose greatest hits, by the way, contain only one song I can actually remember), then I...
On the first of every month I like to take a little inventory of what I’ve accomplished in the past month as well as in the year as a whole. Overall, I’m in pretty good shape. I’ve stuck with all five of my New Year’s resolutions, and I didn’t kill anyone during my...
