I admit it.  The older I get the more stupid I become.  It has nothing to do with an aging brain and everything to do with having experienced enough to know life is complex.  Designed to interlock right down to the mud of matter, the quantum level, if one part of the universe shive

I’m always of two minds when I write about diet and health.  I don’t want people to feel guilty if they are ill.  But I’d like to give them hope if I can.   Some diseases, like diabetes, can be reversed or prevented with a change in eating habits.  That’s why I am willing

No, it’s not nostalgia.  Life was simpler in the good old days.  Sex for example. When I was growing up, people were either heterosexual or homosexual.  Then male homosexuals and female homosexuals had a falling out and we had three divides: heterosexual, gay and lesbian.  I had

On the corner of my large writing desk, I’m collecting a stack of articles written by women about what it means to be a woman.  One day, I hope to write a feminist manifesto based upon these essays.   I say a manifesto and not the manifesto,” because my intent is to open possib

A few weeks ago, my mother turned 102.  After the celebration, she kissed my cheek and said, “You are a good daughter.”  I always feel guilty when she says that because I’d promised myself, years ago if she lived long enough to need round the clock care, I’d refuse to allow

Movies were central to my life as a child.  For ten cents, I could hit the Saturday cartoon matinée and for two hours escape my poverty. Sunday afternoons, mom paid fifty-cents for two tickets to the grown-up flicks.  After that, we had a cheap dinner, probably Chinese, and went ho

In case anyone needs a reminder, the rate of dementia among the elderly in the western world is on the decline.  Experts speculate better diets and increased levels of education are part of the explanation. (Click)  We can count this medical achievement as one of many that have come

The other day I sat down to talk with a fellow resident at my retirement center.  She was eating fish tacos, a messy lunch which I knew would require both hands as well as her mouth.  An excellent time to air my views on Donald Trump, I thought.  I don’t recall what outrage the p

  Imagine you are looking for a job and you read this ad:  “Be your own boss.  No more  9 to 5.  Work as much or as little as you like.  Earn as much as you like.”  Would you be tempted to apply?  If you did, you’d probably be entering what’s called the “gig” e

She was annoyed with me, the woman on Facebook.  I’d taken a position with which she disagreed.  We exchanged one or two comments.  Then I let the matter drop.  We were jousting over opinions, after all. Stellar orbits remained intact.  Tides would continue to roll in from the