Good Lord, 2022.  Does every weekend of yours HAVE to start out with multiple deaths that dominate my social media timelines???! Yesterday I woke up to the news that both Meat Loaf and Louie Anderson had both left this world, both sizable talents who didn’t quite make three-quarters of a century. Like so many of my

I’ve previously written about what it was like to spend Christmas 2019 recovering from a cholecystectomy (gall bladder surgery, to those who may be polysyllyabically challenged),  My liver had been damaged by the sepsis attack that I had, and post surgery, I had to have a drainage bag attached to my right side in order

Life has gotten so disparate and desperate that the mere idea of having lunch with friends has become worrisome and complicated.  With the recent onslaught of longtime friends departing this world before I got the chance to see them in person again, I felt particularly eager to keep a standing date my BFF and I

“North, East, South or West?” That’s how I answered the gentleman who manages the local California Pizza Kitchen near my apartment who last week informed me, after a nearly four month process of applications, video uploads, reference checks and interviews they were “going in a different direction” to give someone else a steady, paying job

I try to avoid the news cycles these days when it comes to Omicron updates.  Yesterday’s “request” from Los Angeles County Public Health Director  Dr. Barbara Ferrer that we “are being urged to postpone nonessential gatherings and avoid some activities”, coupled with her previous “recommendation” to upgrade our masks to “well-fitting, higher quality medical quality,

Since I’ve started this way of sharing myself with the world I’ve been brutally honest about what I believe I’ve had to endure historically and as of late.  Sometimes my despair gets the better of me.  My despair is literally an angstrom unit of a fraction of the level these people whose story I will

Well, here we are.  2022 at last.  And damn you, 2021, did you HAVE to take the last survivor of the cast of THE GOLDEN GIRLS and THE MARY TYLER MOORE SHOW with you as you skulked out the back door in shame? If there is any solace in losing Betty White just a few

I was really excited to start 2021.  As those of you who know me already know, 2020 was a year of profound change for me and the world in general.  I navigated the birth of coronavirus, the death of Kobe and the summer of George Floyd protest riots with my own near-death, the end of

The last time anyone was capable of having a normal Christmas Day (let alone a fourth day of Chanukah), this is how I spent it.  Lying with tubes stuck in me, an ugly white beard making me itch and grateful I had bid farewell to my diseased gall bladder less than 24 hours earlier. As