Bidding goodbye to a companion — a human friend, a pet, or nowadays an electronic device, can be traumatic.

Some time ago I started writing about aspects of myself using the alphabet to guide me: “A” for adaptation, “B” for booze, “C” for courage…

She’s having a knee replacement, so that’s what I tell her

You can’t make this stuff up

Even a nap becomes a transcendent experience

At first, it was a bet, but now it is routine, and I love it. Here’s why.

Especially those of us who still have dependents living with us

You Have to Laugh