I’m proud to share some great professional news. My Matzo Chronicles column has just been recognized — for the second time — with a writing award from the National Federation of Press Women (NFPW).
The NFPW gave its nod of approval to my story, “Medical Ageism: You Don’t Have to Live with It,” which detailed my maddening experience with two ageist doctors (partners) who focused on my age instead of my malady. Read more
Life in Reno has been a series of personal plagues. Although not quite of Biblical proportions, for whining, wimpy, mere mortal me, they’ve been epic, loathsome, and alarmingly nonstop. Read more
Saturday morning in bed. Handsome Hubby turned to me with that warm, brown-eyed, loving look that usually signals one of two things—he wants to get frisky, or he’s hot for hotcakes and bacon. But not this weekend. The man, a constant source of surprises, said, “Baby, it’s happening in Fallon. Cantaloupe! Big time. Cantaloupe. Let’s get moving.” Read more
I’m suffering through an identity crisis, no longer young, not quite old. It’s tough. Now, however, it appears my spam folder is confused too, littered with scams across a checkered demographic wasteland. I get sexy stuff. I get old age stuff. Who am I? And if I am my spam, I’m more befuddled than ever! Read more
Oh, my! You know you’ve reached a certain age when you need an easy-access file folder for miscellaneous funeral planning. You know, a to-die-for to-do list. Read more
Attention, non-sports fans. I’ve got a sports story even you will like!
It starts with Handsome Hubby, of course.
My poor man! He was oh, so sad because I would not shell out $174,000 for (an almost courtside) ticket to watch the Knicks and the Spurs duke it out in the NBA Finals at Madison Square Garden.
But then, Wednesday night, he watched the first game of the Finals in San Antonio and spied a group of super die-hard fans — the “Spurs nuns” cheering on the hometown team. Now, Handsome Hubby has questions, many questions. Read more
Pizza acrobatics, the waning popularity of greeting cards, a last name that’s 666 letters long, and my latest lament about life in Reno! It’s all a little random, a little silly, just a little this and that in the middle of a long week. Read more
While most eyes were focused on the Met Gala this week, I just couldn’t relate. Instead, I found my people, my tribe if you will, further afield in a remote corner of Ethiopia. There I found a people who “get me.” The tribe is the Bodi, and each year, they host an elaborate ritual celebrating the fattest in their village. Read more
Handsome Hubby was off traveling, and I was lonely for my man. What’s a girl to do? Well, left to my own devices, resourceful me found a device! And an app, too!
I have a reputation as cool. I dress cool, you know, torn jeans and crop tops. I listen to — and like — rap music, and when my husband asks, “Who’s that guy?” about the latest musical guest on Saturday Night Live, I always know. (Well, almost always know.) And my writing students at the local university journalism school give me rave reviews as “understanding,” “helpful,” and “fun.” Read more