Frankly, the younger generation’s meme against their elders strikes me as tame. “OK Boomer,” sounds like a capitulation, not rebellion. What? No clenched fists? No finger?  Hand gestures are out of the questions, I suppose. The feat would require a person to give up scrolling o

I have no idea what generation would claim me. I’m not a baby boomer and the alphabet soup that follows – Xers, Ys, Zs, — are far too young.  Egads!  Some of these youth have never seen a landline.  Never mind, I don’t know the difference between emails and text mes

In pursuit of yesterday’s blog about growing old, I pause here not only to celebrate the 100th birthday of Beat Generation poet,  Lawrence Ferlinghetti, but also the publication of his new book, Little Boy: A Novel Unlike other writers in the pantheon of literary history, Ferlinghe

Recently, Susan Stoner, my co-host, and I taped a few book discussions with our guests for the next season of Just Read It. (Click)  Our shows are 10 minutes long, as we know people are busy.  But after the camera stops rolling, conversation continues, especially if we had differing

One of my blog readers sent me an article from the New York Times, recently. Oliver Sacks wrote it. He’s a neurologist and bestselling author of notable books like Awakenings and The Man Who Mistook His Wife For A Hat. He was ruminating on his upcoming 80th birthday. I’ve written