I am one degree off normal. Eighth-grade biology class taught me that normal body temperature for humans is 98.6 degrees. That’s 37 degrees in dog years, er, Celsius. But my cold-hearted body generally percolates at 97.4 degrees (or 36.33 1/3 rpms). Or even all the way up to 97.6 — one ...
According to the fine folks at CouponBirds, $13,510 is the “financial fidelity” threshold for how much one partner can secretly spend before the other half squawks. I chewed on that information while swallowing the receipt for a large chocolate milkshake. I’d be in a heap of trouble if ...
I’ve reached the age at which I no longer can eat whatever I want. It’s like being a kid again but without the bowl of Alpha-Bits and Saturday morning cartoons. I realized this as I gagged down a mess of beets. For my blood pressure. Followed by a pinch-my-nose glass of cranberry juice. ...
“But why do I want my mind all full of — what’s it called — ness?” “Not ‘ness,’” the guru, losing his cool, snapped at me. “I said ‘mindfulness’! One word. It means being in the moment, acknowledging all your thoughts, feelings and bodily sensations. Calmly. CALMLY, ...
Wind gusts whipped snow across what I hoped was still I-90. It’s hard to see the white lines beneath layers of swirling snow. It was the winter of 1977 or ’78 and I, Burton “The Foolhardy” Cole, drove my two brothers from Conneaut to Cleveland. Not only were the Cavaliers playing a ...
People aren’t happy today unless they’re angry. The more we seethe, the more invigorated we feel. From a box of doughnuts, which you didn’t buy in the first place, someone else snatches the Boston cream that your taste buds demanded. Why quietly settle for the chocolate sprinkles when ...
