When I began writing this month’s column I had been up for four days, anxiously awaiting the election results and the ensuing drama of waiting to see which candidate would win. I was glued to social media and my phone, constantly checking for election updates. The crazy making aspect of it all reminded me of how back in the day I was glued to another type of drama which included constantly checking my phone. Back then though, the drama and constant phone checking was not due

While I’d like to go off on a kvetch about mask wearing or lack there of in the middle of a pandemic and the way I’m being triggered ever other minute by non-wearing maskers, I think I’ll pivot and go off to a land far, far away… When was the last time I went on an actual date? It almost sounds absurd to make this kind of brain leap from mask wearing to dating…yet, here I am. A reminder to my savvy readers, and that means you…this whole column started from my complaining abou

October 2021 This column was set to debut in March 2020 and then. Then a tornado struck Nashville and the next thing I knew I was working from home for the first time in 17 years due to a world-wide pandemic. The city seemed like it was in shock and panic. I know I was. All of a sudden, I was afraid to open my front door…as if the virus was standing outside waiting to come in…which inessence, it was and still is. Seven months later I’ve regained my equilibrium somewhat, and