The other day I set my alarm to wake up early. There was, what promised to be, a rare estate sale, a luxury home filled with luxury goods, all appearing practically brand new, and I sure as heck wasn’t going to miss it. God forbid. I clearly needed to get there as early as possible to satiate my somewhat problematic long running addiction. On the way, in my swanky car, still half asleep and a bit grumpy, I passed a homeless person, barely standing, selling the Contributor on

I don’t know about you, but I’m about at the near end of my rope. My fellow humans, no need to name names, abhorrent behavior as of late, has been making me feel a bit out of sorts. I’d say I want to pull my hair out, except, at this age, my hair is falling out quite naturally on its own which is a whole other problem altogether. Let’s start small with my personal dealings with men. No need to throw all men under the bus. Just the ones I seem to meet. More often than not, o

This wouldn’t be a Kvetch column if I didn’t start off with some classic Jewish mother guilt trip that I laid on my son, who, thank goodness, (thank goodness because that means he is healthy and beyond my generation worn tactics), was not having any of it. I recently read somewhere…(opening a paragraph with that phrase, you just know I’m heading down a rabbit hole)…like, did I read it online, and if so, where online?...Facebook, Instagram, MSN newsfeed, etc. because, let’s fa

It’s Valentine’s Day and I’m thinking about love and funerals. And it’s not because my love life is as good as dead. It’s because love and funerals are entwined. What is a funeral after all but the love and honoring of the deceased. Speaking of which, I recently attended a community member’s funeral and upon reflection I realized how much I’ve come to enjoy on some level, attending funerals. And not because I’m some psycho or anything. Wait. I’m having to stop writing this co

After a comment I had made in one of our recent staff meetings, a co-worker remarked that I need to be an online personality. He said he’s convinced I’d have a lot of followers. To which I retorted, “Yeah…so they can follow me right off the cliff.” I then asked my co-worker if he’d like to be my manager, or agent. I need to be monetized. I need help. I know that can be taken many ways and should be. All of this came about during a share in our monthly staff meeting, after be

There’s an inspirational saying that goes something along the line, if you can’t get in through the front door, go through the window. Meaning, there’s always a way, don’t give up so easily. This saying came to mind the other day as I was in the process of buying yet another used car. I thought I'd hold out and buy a new car this time around, which I really did not want to do, because, let’s face it, cars depreciate the minute you roll off the lot. As good fortune had it, a