Aging Schmaging

In one of those strange timing events, just as I pushed the red start button on my iced tea maker the phone rang. I jumped. Of course I know the iced tea maker doesn’t ring, but geez, that was weird. The call was from my doctor’s nurse, Kelly. She cheerfully gave me the results of my blood tests from last… Read More

                    Yep. Today was that day. I had to get naked, put on a gown that never really closes, and “relax” on the examination table like a plucked turkey ready to be stuffed for Thanksgiving. I like my doctor. She’s incredibly sensitive to the indignity of Pap Smears and the accompanying… Read More

                  “Honey I’m home!” Kisses and hugs occur at this time, followed by… “What did you do today?”  It is at such moments that I struggle to know what to say. I believe the common perception is that since I am a college student I sit around in my pajamas sipping tea… Read More

“What’s a bread box?” I still remember how shocked I was when a year or so ago my daughter asked me that question. In my youth we had a deluxe, double decker, metal bread box sitting on the counter filled with Wonder bread. By the way, the polka-dotted bags were not high on style but they made good boot liners…. Read More