After 300 posts… time to experience the risks and rewards of life rather than writing about them

This is my last “Cheating Death” post for a while. The pandemic is fading and it’s time to take the ankle bracelet off and leave home confinement. I’ve come to the end of re-visiting events that have been the source of my weekly essays.  I’m going to pause and refuel.  My first post was back... Read more »

I’m 89 years old and fifty years from now I’ll be having Thanksgiving dinner at my granddaughter's house

This is a favorite post, written initially when the finality of a life span had a grip on my psyche, as those fearsome thoughts are prone to do with each passing holiday. I repeat it today, a week away from the family gathering, because the headline is not about spiking the stuffing with a psychotropic,... Read more »

Wish upon a star. Throw a coin in the wishing well. You can keep wishing until you are blue in the face… there is no genie!

“Les Souhaits Ridicules” (“The Ridiculous Wishes”) is a French fairy tale first published in 1693.The story’s protagonist is a poor woodcutter named Blaise who, after complaining about his miserable lot, is granted three wishes. Sitting in front of the fire with his wife, Fanchon, and feeling a bit hungry, he absent mindedly wishes for a... Read more »
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C’mon, can I really teach you how to cheat death, and better yet, add years of joy and meaning to life?

The answer is yes, no and maybe. Maybe. Although I have had several ‘conversations’ with Michael, Raphael, Gabriel and Uriel, those muckety-muck Archangels who claim to be my protectors will not pledge to give me good health. “It’s luck, son, good genes, bad germs, who knows what will turn up when the dice are tossed.”... Read more »

We are more than relevant, we are indispensable

I was watching Saturday Night Live recently, enjoying the skits, when the host introduced the evening’s musical guest, “Young Thug.” I listened, moved closer to the set and listened more intently. This was music? What had I missed along the way from Dick Haymes to Sam Cooke to the Beatles? Evidently, I went deaf after... Read more »

Gulliver travels to America and writes a new chapter of the “misanthropic, satiric anatomy of the human condition.”

I’m watching Congress debate President Biden’s ‘Build Back Better’ budget proposal and I think I’m Lemuel Gulliver shipwrecked in the land of Lilliput. Play along with me. Shipwrecked among the tiny Lilliputians Gulliver finds a society whose institutions have fallen into corruption, thwarted by contemptible party politics, and absurd wars. (Is this not America, today!?)... Read more »
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Gulliver travels to America and writes a new chapter of the “misanthropic, satiric anatomy of the human condition.”

I’m watching Congress debate President Biden’s ‘Build Back Better’ budget proposal and I think I’m Lemuel Gulliver shipwrecked in the land of Lilliput. Play along with me. Shipwrecked among the tiny Lilliputians Gulliver finds a society whose institutions have fallen into corruption, thwarted by contemptible party politics, and absurd wars. (Is this not America, today!?)... Read more »

What do we refer to when we talk about “doing the work”?

All of us I believe, arrive at adulthood with slights of childhood still needing to be healed. For some, the more fortunate, the wound needs but a suture or two. But many of us have suffered damage that remains problematic for decades. And the healing process can be lengthy. Self-esteem and capacity for love and... Read more »

Who woulda thunk it! Middle finger to the life expectancy chart and for the most part, a happy guy

What did I do to cheat the reaper and find reasons to get out of bed? It didn’t seem possible when I hit five-oh-no, fruitlessly smacking my head against a brick wall trying to change people and control situations. It was only when the headache and heartache became too painful that I asked myself, “Is... Read more »
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Delayed response to a birthday come and gone

Can it be that I am done with drama? Maybe I only can get up for the fives-and-tens, as in nine-gasp-oh coming up next year. Or could it be I’m becoming okay with living in a state of equanimity, a psychological condition to which I never give capital. Equanimity! I mean, what kind of wasted... Read more »