As I write, 2014 is still that proverbial blank page to be filled in, and my last chance to attack 2013 as a writer is also very open.
This morning, around 4 am – a time when I usually either first get up or go to sleep – I started thinking about my resolutions, and how irresolute I’ve been all year, and for many years now.
During an insomniac’s trip to the bathroom, I flipped open a page from my book, “All That Twitters is not Goldberg: Truthful Humor from a Vindicated Columnist” and found my list of resolutions for 2008. To my chagrin, if not surprise, I found that many of those same resolutions are still unfulfilled today. Consistency in this respect is not such a good thing.
I realize that I haven’t changed, or matured, all that much since childhood, but recent observations have me wondering whether I used to be like this.
This morning over a very informal and late breakfast, I’m having a conversation with my soon-to-be-nine-year-old nephew, Alex. Okay, it’s not something that you’ll want a transcript of, or ever see on Charlie Rose, but it’s reasonably coherent and intelligent. The commercial break ends and then, in mid-answer…
Grocery or “grossery?” Read today's Wordapod, and decide.
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Eating healthfully is a great thing (Well, I’ve heard it is), although some Squashbucklers take it a little bit too far. Read on.
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As blizzards go, today’s glorified dusting of snow hardly registered, yet it was enough to make me go back in time…
Picture this: Sicily. 1917. Ooops: Picture this: Mt. Laurel, sometime in the late 1960s or 1970s. No internet. Radio reigned supreme for moments like this. Yes, I (for the most part) enjoyed attending school, but going to school was never a match for it being canceled due to inclement weather. Not even close.
As the last night of Chanukah approaches, we bask in the semi-healthy flavors of our…parking lotkes? Or do we: Find out all about this seasonal Wordapod.
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I was drawn into an interesting discussion a couple days ago – one that concerns me as both a writer and a speaker. Indeed, it also interests me as a reader and as one who enjoys listening to speeches.
Let me clarify: I enjoy reading quality writing and experiencing compelling presentations.