My Brand of Decision-Making: Paralysis by Analysis?
I recently wrote a blog in which I said, “As a Jew, I often wonder if I would have been smart enough and brave enough to leave Europe before Hitler deemed it too late.”...
Diaper Need in America – Help a Baby Today
I am not usually one to participate in community service projects. I’m great at writing a check but getting more involved than that? Nope. Not me. So, it was strange to...
Why You Should Quit Reading eBooks and Go Back to Printed Copies
My back’s been hurting lately, and my posture is atrocious. I’m blaming it on the fact that I am ever-bent-over my smartphone. One of the ways I am trying to alter my...
Walking for Good Health – How to Create the Habit
My dad had a heart attack in his fifties. This caused him to make lifestyle changes that improved his diet and added more exercise. He had been a weekend golfer for years,...
Would I Have Been a Gracious Receiver of Kindness in Gander, Newfoundland on 9/11?
Have you ever wondered how you would have handled a major historical event if you had been alive to experience it? As a Jew, I often wonder if I would have been smart enough...
We Are Family
Monday: My cousin Roz died. I got the news via text message while attending my grandson Josh’s ninth birthday. When the party ended and I prepared to leave, I gave the news...
Life Lesson: Good Enough is Good Enough
I have a long history of taking something simple and making it hard. Two stories about soup making will prove my point and get us to the epiphany of this tale: If it ain’t...
The Inside Scoop on Writing for Those Who Like to Read
A fellow writer on Twitter gave this writing advice today: “Don’t dumb it down. You don’t need to assume the reader won’t understand what you are saying. Assume they...
On Matzah Balls, Legos, and Various Things in Between
I had a big holiday dinner at my house the other evening in celebration of Rosh Hashana, the Jewish New Year. Afterward, as I sat digesting the meal and the experience, these...
Should I Bury My Shoes?
I have a pair of walking shoes I don’t know what to do with. There are too many memories associated with them to wear them again – or to throw them away. I actually think...