It’s day 3,000 of the winter of 2014…
I’m trapped in my house, suffering from a knee injury and severe underemployment.

Outside my window is the ever-expanding pile of WHITE. If I look out my window at just the right angle, I can see color – the neighbor’s house, a pine tree, the blue sky – but I know the white is lurking below… The white is everywhere.

Slowly. Going. Crazy.

Last weekend I swear I saw the “White Walkers” heading for the wall. Maybe it was just my neighbors with snow blowers. Can’t be sure, my brain has frostbite.

When I was a child, my parents were terrorized by what they referred to as “New Math” which was what my generation was taught in school. They had no idea what “carry the 1” meant. In recent years, we’ve developed another baffling “new math”– age denial math. 30 is the new 20. 20 is still the old 20. 40 is the new 30. 50 is the new 40. 60 is the...

Applying for a job has always been a demoralizing and intimidating proposition. It’s a dance with a scorpion, but in days that have now apparently gone by, it was fairly civil. Today, I notice a trend toward downright hostile job postings. “Apply if you dare” seems to be the latest edgy new-age banter. The want ads throw down the gauntlet and challenge you to...

For decades, I have been trying to outguess, and outrun, the whim of the marketplace when it comes to what colors are “in”.  I’m constantly bitch-slapped by unseen forces who determine what color my world will be. First the color cops seized control of my home décor. When I wanted clear petal pink, everything was dusty rose.  When I wanted barn red, the...

There’s a great Monty Python skit with four men sitting around trying to outdo one another with increasingly tall tales about how hard things were when they were young. I find these days that I have reached the age where I have begun to think, or even utter, the words “when I was your age…” The first time it crosses your mind you think you’ve become a...