Try Anything

Raise your hand if you can identify: It’s Wednesday morning. You’re looking for something to wear, your Zoom sweatpants and work-appropriate shirts are just snug enough to make a day in front of a camera uncomfortable in more ways than one. No problem, you think. I’ll just swear off meat/carbs/diet soda/sugar/rat poison and turn my… Continue reading Try Anything

A Cart, A Horse, and an Ass

If the best laid plans can be torn asunder, a half-assed one can really get turned upside down by the minorest of things.  In this case, the minor thing was a 24 flu that turned into 72 hours. I'm fever-free for 24 hours now but still wobbly.  I'm up for early morning writing group and… Continue reading A Cart, A Horse, and an Ass

Food, Glorious Drug

Food and I go way back. Almost fifty years now. We’ve had a great relationship. I mean, don’t all great friendships include an all-controlling dominant half (food) and a sycophantic lickspittle (me) or, in my case lick-whatever’s-left-on-the-plate? I have started to question that relationship in the last few years. I’ve tried to take the upper… Continue reading Food, Glorious Drug

And Now for Something Completely Gratuituous..

Pretty soon, we'll be snowbound, and the seed catalogs (otherwise known as Porn for Gardeners) will start to arrive. But this week kicks off not only celebrations of family and holy days for many religions, but a four-week orgy of eating which will hopefully be a feasible explanation for why I've been indulging in so… Continue reading And Now for Something Completely Gratuituous..