Monthly Archives: January 2011

I have a thing about the dentist. I’m no anti-dentite, really, and I have no quarrel with the dentist as a person. What I object to – what  I fear – is the assault of the saliva sucker, the sensation … Continue reading →

Did your mother ever tell you to clean your plate because children were starving on some other continent? How, I used to wonder, could that broccoli I either ate or stuffed into my napkin make any difference to someone halfway … Continue reading →

Have you ever wondered how some companies can offer “double your money back” or even “triple your money back,” if you’re not completely satisfied with their products? I’m no math whiz, but if you pay $20 for a vegomatic and … Continue reading →

The idea of a panic button is appealing to me. Especially, if it triggers an immediate response like someone swooping in and saying, “Just relax, I’ll take it from here.” My dad is deep in the throes of Alzheimer’s. A … Continue reading →

That’s what they say. Yeah, you know. They. The infamous, anonymous and downright know-it-all They. They were mentioned at least a dozen times today and I still don’t really know who They are. “They say it’s going to be a … Continue reading →