You’ve Got To Be Kidding

I was listening to that call-in talk show advice program on the radio again--the one run by a psychologist. I seem to have become hooked. Fact is, it is entertaining to see what kinds of jams people get themselves into and then call this psychologist to find an escape...

I've always said, in referring to the job as leader of this country, "Anyone who wants to be president, has to be crazy." Sure seems true enough as a categorization of the mental state of the White House's current resident, and considering the number of people who...

I am officially issuing an All Points Bulletin for Pat W. Johnston, allegedly employed by Capital One Visa. Would he--or she--please stand up? Your identity is being questioned. Prior to two months ago, I had never heard of Pat W. Johnston. Now I can't stop the flow...

Thanksgiving Day: A US national holiday set apart for giving thanks to God, celebrated on the 4th Thursday of November...so says my American Heritage Dictionary, paperback edition. So, if Thanksgiving is celebrated on the fourth Thursday in November, it must come...

I live near a nuclear free zone. I know this because it says so on the signs entering the town of Sebastopol, California, which is about 4 miles from my house. I'm not sure what this means, exactly, but it sounds good, at least before you think about it. Makes you...

I knew it was too good to be true. I have to believe that most of the guys found on these online dating sites are real, but fact is, some are not, and I am beginning to be able to spot them before they spoof me. It has taken some time and training, but I am learning....

I was the dummy, no doubt about it. Sometimes life becomes just a game of Gotcha!, and a dummy is required. I heard it even as I was hanging up the phone...that fast talking New York voice at the other end exclaiming a gleeful "Gotcha!" And he was right...but only for...

I knew that moving from Atlanta to northern California meant a climate change. I knew that gone were the soft southern nights--that some call 'sticky.' I knew that I would need jackets and sweaters and sweatshirts that I'd long since disassociated with summer. But I...

I had my bubble burst in the bank yesterday. The bubble that said that now that I am here in laid-back California, I won't have to adhere to rules about when Christmas trees go up and down. Having lived in Atlanta for more years than I like to count, I knew too well...