LIFE’S LITTLE IRONIES Every school child knows the lines from William Henry Davis’ poem, “Leisure”:                  “What is this life if full of care                  We have no time to stand and stare?” I think of that poem on a h

IT’S NOT ME, IT’S LIFE I’m revisiting Germaine Greer’s classic book “The Female Eunuch” published in 1971 and am being reminded once again of her command of vocabulary. I admit, I keep the dictionary beside me because I’m often stumped by a word I feel I should k

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DESSERT VERSUS BROCCOLI  Something there is in me that demands I postpone every enjoyment until every unpleasant chore has been completed. I could blame my father, I suppose. He always exhorted me to eat my vegetables before my dessert. My father was a first generation German which m