: moist and the ick factor :

For reasons I won’t pretend to understand, moist is the most hated word in the entire English language. It’s been reviled and vilified with great vigor…

: conversation with a bike :

My bicycle’s been parked in a friend’s garage since the crash — two months ago. I’ve, uh, been dragging my feet. Frankly, the thought of riding a bike again…

: the pocketbook ladies :

: hey, they’re not extinct :

: I’m a murderer :

: ixnay on the indway* :

: are you nuts? :

Why in the world are you celebrating? Labor Day is the official end of summertime and you act as if that’s a good thing. Quit it!…

: and another thing :

I spend a good part of my day baffled. Oh, not by anything brainy like gravitational waves or subatomic particles, but by real world stuff that completely mystifies…

: at a crossroads :

It’s unusual to find myself in a hot mess and know what put me there. But I do this time. I know precisely how I got…

: prayer for the headache afflicted :

I awoke this morning to a headache in full, splendiferous bloom. Of course, waking by itself — minus the bayonet through an eye — is never a picnic, what with…

: doorknobs aren’t dumb :

Just the opposite; doorknobs are a brilliant invention. They rank right up there with the wheel and fire, in my opinion (which is admittedly self-serving and…

: the killer shoes :

Believe it or not, in the immediate aftermath of my bicycle accident I actually flirted with the idea of giving up biking and acting my age.…

: outlines are bossy :

When I see an outline, I see a fussy little despot. On a good day, I’ll see a To Do list. But either way, it’s a buzz…

: reasons to celebrate :

August has an unfair reputation as tedious, a month with no holidays or excitement. Excuse me? Did anyone bother to check the calendar or google or look…