Nostalgia’s a funny thing

Nostalgia’s a funny thing

When I was a kid, all the TV shows that weren’t set in ┬ápresent-day America seemed to be based on the 1960s. Baby Boomers were full-on nostalgic for their youth. They had a view of the 1960s being this time America lost its innocence. Of course, in reality, that...
I don’t know what to say

I don’t know what to say

I have so many words, every day. They come out on Facebook, on Twitter, in conversation. But more and more, I find myself sharing other people’s words more than my own. And when I sit down to write here, I have trouble finding the right words. I could tell...
Help, I’ve fallen and I can’t get up

Help, I’ve fallen and I can’t get up

I fell off the wagon, big-time, this week. With the exception of a day here and there, I’d been writing pretty much daily since Jan. 1, as I swore I would. I swore it to myself, though I said it aloud, so I’d keep myself honest. I was doing this for me,...
Age is just a number

Age is just a number

Lately, my back has been bothering me more than usual. I push through and walk – that seems to be the best therapy for it. I don’t want to take pain medication because who wants that? I also recently got new glasses – the euphemistically called...
Yes, TV shows can be a gift

Yes, TV shows can be a gift

As a teen in┬áthe 1980s, television had an outsized influence on my life – particularly science fiction TV. I remember the first time I watched an episode of Battlestar Galactica (O.G.) with my dad. At the end, when the Lorne Greene narration intoned, “The...
Travel can be hell on the waistline

Travel can be hell on the waistline

I’m not a dieter. I don’t micromanage my food intake. I do try to exercise, but that’s more about keeping healthy and helping my back stay loose. But travel can be hell on the waistline. It’s even worse when it’s work-related travel,...
Life’s too short for regrets

Life’s too short for regrets

There are many experiences in life that I wish I hadn’t had. But if I had to do it all over again, would I choose to skip those experiences? Not a chance. Like we’re told in all time-travel movies, you change even one little thing about your past, the...
Sometimes I’m a bad mom

Sometimes I’m a bad mom

So often, I’m asked how I manage to “do it” – meaning, how I’m a mom and work and travel and do all sorts of stuff. It’s easy: My husband is the primary caregiver. And my mother-in-law? She’s basically the third parent....