Okay, I’m alive! It wasn’t NO big deal, and I have lots of thoughts about the process – which I hope I never forget or minimize. But less than a week later, I feel good again. Energy’s back, not taking any crazy meds, and feel better. So… thumbs up. This is a FALL RISK...

Tomorrow I’m going in for a procedure I didn’t see coming, and wish I didn’t have to do. It feels like a test somehow, like pushing back against all the anxiety and the resistance to medical attention I saw in my mother. It’s low-risk, but it’s not no-risk, and I’m struggling with it off...

Saw Toy Story 4 over the weekend with both kiddos. We were sitting there minding our own business, sucking down some bottomless popcorn and enjoying the pretty-well-crafted plot, when this scene pops up. I was like “A’s hat!” and then the Alamo Drafthouse staff came over and told me to leave. Not really. I...

I’m almost embarrassed (though, really, kinda proud) to say I’ve seen this wonderful movie three times IN THE THEATER over the past month. Once by myself, once with my boss and his wife, and once (tonight) with my teenage son. The pacing, the writing, the chemistry, the comedy is all top-notch. It’s a laugh-fest...