Shocking news out of Great Britain last week, as Prince Harry confessed nobody in the royal family wants to be king or queen. My initial response was, “Blimey,” “balderdash,” “rubbish” and other assorted words Brits use to express shock and dismay. My secondary response was, “Sign me up. I’m ready.” Suffice it to say, Harry,…
Three summers ago, I refused to dump gallons of freezing cold water on my head, never mind that doing so meant I was somehow raising money to combat amyotrophic lateral sclerosis, or Lou Gehrig’s disease. FACT: Most of the money raised by the Ice Bucket Challenge went to pay medical bills for participants suffering from…
My on again, off again search for a second career has come to an end. I firmly believe I have found an ancillary vocation that will provide me steady revenue in my golden years; or at least enough disposable income to join, guilt-free, the other retirees at my local diner for daily coffee and doughnuts…
Go ahead. Admit it. This blog post is awesome. I realize you’ve only read nine words up until now, but that should be plenty for you to categorize this column’s brilliance by using the currently most overused, and thereby most annoying, word in the English language. Forget the available synonyms; splendid, terrific or breathtaking could easily…
The infomercial actress appeared on the tiny screen attached to the treadmill as I labored through a 40-minute jog. Wearing that annoying “you must purchase this product now because, you know, operators ARE standing by” grin, the woman gleefully hawked a line of T-shirts she claimed hid her “muffin top.” My sweaty forefinger hit the…
I silently read the electronic response multiple times, seconds after it hit my inbox: “I will be out of the office today and will have limited or no access to email.” After receiving three identical retorts from different message recipients in a single hour, I could take it no more. I hit ‘reply’ to a…
Improving my life these days seems to revolve around lists. Or bullet points. I need only check my Twitter or LinkedIn feeds to see the numerical-driven headlines, followed by tidy rows of self-help suggestions: Five Reasons You Should Quit Your Unsatisfying Job; Ten Ways to Raise More Respectful Children; Thirteen Reasons You Should Turn off…
Just as I eagerly await Trumpcare Part Two, I am also anticipating a Pepsi commercial do-over. And although I have no experience on the health care front, and can therefore not tell the president and congressional leaders how to write a new plan that does not make the Twitterverse explode in rage, I do have…
Driving up Chicago’s famed Lake Shore Drive the other day, I found myself boxed in by four SUVs, all hauling boats of different shapes, sizes and price tags, all bound for their summer homes in one of the city’s lakefront harbors. Like pigeons that descend on a stray bit of food dropped in a public…
Three retirement-centric questions keep me up at night. Also frequent trips to the bathroom, but let’s focus on the questions for now: 1. Have my wife and I socked away enough money for retirement? 2. How can we remain close to family in retirement? 3. Where do we live? Question one, sadly, may hinge on…
