One study reveals that almost two-thirds of people who resolve to get healthy and fit in the new year give it up.
I’m not surprised by that at all. Following the excesses of the holidays, there is a certain “buyer’s remorse” over all of the bacchanal behavior we gave no thought to while immersed in the season of oversharing, overeating and overspending.
Continue reading “Stag nation”
We all seem to remark more and more that there are no longer set seasons in the year.
In New England, winter can physically start in October or late December. We may get a few months of spring-like weather, or it could skip right over into the dog days of summer. Continue reading “Set seasons”
In the South, you don’t go grocery shopping; you go “tradin’.”
And those four-wheeled caged contraptions you push up and down the aisles to transport your goods out to the car are not shopping carts, they’re called “buggies.”
Continue reading “A case of the onesies”
Back in the late ’50’s, some savvy, “Mad Men” type advertising execs came up with a catchy phrase to sell real estate in the Arizona desert to the older set. Continue reading “The tarnished years”
I smell smoke. All the time.
At first, I thought maybe one of the folks who live in the house next door were sneaking outside for an illicit butt, and the smell had wafted over to my house, invading my nostrils.
Continue reading “Where there’s smoke”
My friend and I went over to her mom’s place this week to cleanse her apartment.
I don’t mean “clean,” I mean, help her give the old heave-ho to some evil spirits lurking in her bedroom.
Continue reading “‘You have a smudge…right…there”