Now that I don't work outside the home, the calendar has a different, more casual function. It's more like...well, guidance. Sure, there are some hard and fast appointments, like when the housekeepers come. Or Riley's scent class. Or his grooming or my hair appointment. But by and large, the days . . .
I had taken just half a dozen steps into the Caltrain station when I realized that I'd left my cell phone at home. M had dropped me off and was on his way back home to meet a plumber. I was taking the bullet train to San Francisco to meet a friend for lunch and a different friend for afternoon . . .
When newscaster Walter Cronkite brought the sound and fury of the Vietnam War into our living rooms it marked the evolution of the news and mass media, confirmation that we had become, in fact, a global village. Since then we've had a ringside seat to events we can never un-see. Events so horrific . . .
The thing about capitalism is that entrepreneurs can and will monetize just about everything. Including our paranoia. That's the beauty of our system. The Skymall catalog is my favorite part of flying, because I'm bound to find a WTF moment that distracts me from the fact that I might disappear . . .
I like to think that I'm okay with change. But when I see beautiful libraries full of books, I can't even imagine the idea that they might one day disappear. I can't even fathom an acceptable modern replacement for libraries, books and reading. I don't want to. I do, however, take comfort in . . .
Now there's a Facebook or blog post meme for every day of the week. You know, like Throwback Thursday. Gratitude Monday. Caturday. You know. I have to admit. They bore me. I mean, I'm grateful on Mondays for the same thing I'm grateful for every single day of the week. And at my age, I'm a . . .
Can you guess what these students are doing? If you're in the Baby Boomer generation, you know. They're inhaling the aroma of a fresh ditto handout. Nothing smelled as good or was as evocative of school days as that odor. It's been decades since I've smelled it, but it remains in my memory bank . . .
My fate in life seems to be helping women around my age navigate the online dating world. And here's the one secret I always reveal to them. It. is. so. much. fun. I'm tired of hearing people bemoan that meeting people this way is any different from meeting them any other way. Or that it's not as . . .
The fact that there's an entire subculture that's immersed in the mindless minutiae of social media astounds me. Oh, you're wondering what a hipster is? There are a number of definitions in "official" internet sources, and they don't all agree. Here's what the Urban Dictionary says. Hipsters are . . .
Corporate boom times are long gone—I can’t remember for how long that “downsizing” has been so prevalent but people have been laid off in droves for more than a decade, I’m certain.Being without a job is frightening—there are bills to pay, responsibilities and retirement looming in the distance, and . . .
