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September 18, 2014
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In My Humble Opinion

Out with the old...

How we, as individuals, perceive the world around us is as varied as the snowflakes. Everyone has an opinion (humble or otherwise) and I am (clearly!) no exception. At this time of year, conversation invariably turns to the passage of time and often, how quickly the year has flown by. For me (and I suspect many of you) it’s been a long and winding road. Some of you might recall that on New Years Eve last year, I found myself in the hospital, undergoing emergency surgery.  Read more

There’s got to be a morning after...

Well, it’s finally here. If the Mayans were right, this will be my last column. Ever. I’ve been on planet Earth long enough to have seen several “end-of-the-world” dates come and go, but this one, the so-called “Mayan Prophecy,” has really taken the world by storm. While hardly an alarmist, I have been keenly interested in the subject for well over a year. In fact, I wrote about this subject last spring (www.riverreporter.com/feature/16/2012/03/20/2012-prophesies-fact-or-fantasy) exploring the issue in some detail.  Read more

Happy Hanukkah — Let there be light!

Hanukkah, the “Festival of Lights,” is widely considered a relatively minor holiday in the Jewish year. In the United States, however, its closeness to Christmas has brought greater attention to Hanukkah and its gift-giving tradition. Amid the ever-growing flood of Christmas advertising, it may seem especially fitting that the Hanukkah story tells of Jewish culture surviving in a non-Jewish world (www.factmonster.com)  Read more

It’s a wonderful life

My desk is cluttered more than usual this week. Flyers, cards, and scraps of paper litter my world as I attempt to unravel what I’ve accomplished over the last few daze and determine what lies ahead. As if I weren’t dizzy enough, I’m sick. Right on schedule (or so it would seem) I have a cold that has socked me with a one-two punch that has forced me to slow down a bit and take care of myself. “No rest for the weary” echoes in my addled brain, as I heave my tired old bones out of bed and review my notes.  Read more

There’s an app for that!

At the risk of sounding like a spokesperson for product placement, I love my iPad. The last week has been beyond delightful on so many levels, including (but not limited to) my ongoing love affair with technology. To be honest, I did not feel that I could live in the country full time until the Internet was available in the Upper Delaware Valley. Although slow to start, it is now in full swing. Being able to live in this environment and take advantage of all that the lifestyle has to offer, while being connected to the World Wide Web, is ideal.  Read more

Thanks for giving!

“Charity begins at home,” Thomas Fuller wrote, “but should not end there.” With Thanksgiving upon us, it’s time once again to take stock and give thanks, which is easy (for me, anyhow) to lose sight of in the workaday world of bills, stress and everyday worries that sometimes seem insurmountable.  Read more

Where there’s a will...

If there was ever a doubt, this past week was proof positive that variety is indeed, the spice of life. As the Upper Delaware Valley began to return to normalcy, our hearts continue to be with those who are still digging out in Sandy’s wake. Thrilled to be home, I cleaned up the mess and got back to business, although I still have not found one of my missing shutters.  Read more

Power to the people?

Hallelujah! My power finally came back on Monday night! Happy to be alive and have a roof (still) over my head, I’m grateful. But I confess, the Lady Sandy truly tested me. I missed those little things—like electricity, heat and a phone. And TV? It isn’t a necessity (I suppose)… but the Internet? How else can a person stay in touch with the outside world, living as I do on the very fringes of society?  Read more

Blowin’ in the wind

The lyrics to Bob Dylan’s anthem ring in my head as I sit down to muse on what’s coming down the pike. “How many times must a man look up, before he can see the sky?” As a general rule, I don’t think of myself as an alarmist, but Hurricane Sandy is presently working my nerves. By the time this hits the newsstands, she will be a thing of the past, but the aftermath... who knows? Meanwhile, the reports are dire as I write this and I’m keeping one eye on the news and one on the eye on the hurricane. I’m walking a tightrope here in my trailer (yes...  Read more

But enough about me...

There are those who would argue that I never tire of my favorite subject: me. But after this last week, even I have had enough. It all began months ago, when I (foolishly?) agreed to make some public appearances around the Upper Delaware valley. Truth be told, these requests for my presence were, as always, actually invitations for Dharma the wonder dog to participate in local events.  Read more

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