Henry in a Handbasket

A certain pup, known in some parts as Oliver Twist, just celebrated his third birthday. Meanwhile, another pup, or should I say, dog of royal descent who shall remain nameless, wasn’t too happy about it. In a funk, because of the birthday and because his favorite television series had just ended its six-year run. Here was my first clue that he was out of sorts:

“The world is going to hell in a handbasket,” declared the royal canine. Continue reading

Somebody, Talk Me Down!

I can’t watch the presidential elections anymore. I can’t. I absolutely cannot! It’s killing me. If I hear one more insult, one more low blow, I’m going to run for the hills. And by that I mean Canada or, better … Continue reading

Aunt Elaine, My Favorite News Junkie

Aunt Elaine, My Favorite News Junkie

My friend, Trisha, says I’m a news junkie. But she hasn’t met my Aunt Elaine, who at 83, has a zest for politics like you wouldn’t believe. And trust me, even I can’t believe it. Continue reading

Don’t Quote Me

Don’t Quote Me

My personal trainer, Anthony, says I worry too much and that I should do what he does and not pay attention to the news. Frankly, I can’t help myself, even if Anthony says I have a better chance of dying from processed foods, carbs and sugar overload than I do from being gunned down by a terrorist. Continue reading

Shamelessly Smitten with Omar Sharif in ‘Funny Girl’

When Omar Sharif died earlier this summer, so did the fantasies of a 13-year-old girl who fell in love with him long ago, in the darkness of a movie theater, while downing chocolate malted-milk balls and buttered popcorn. Continue reading