“Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na … Batfan!” I’ll admit it; those slightly altered lyrics to the theme song of the “Batman” television
Dear Rusty: My husband just started receiving Social Security Disability in June. He is diagnosed with a terminal disease that likely he will rapidly succumb to. He will be 65
The political struggle that we witness today in Washington leaves one feeling nauseated at the childish behavior while embarrassed at the spectacle portrayed daily on our television sets or radio
I just made Japanese-style chicken from a recipe I found online. I printed out a list of ingredients and headed for the grocery store, because for some reason, I couldn’t
I’ve had it clear up to my Grinchgreen topknot. It’s Oct. 2, and Christmas trees are out at Walmart. Been out for a week or more. Unassembled. Assembled. Predecorated. Plain
The footsteps Bernie Sanders is hearing belong to Elizabeth Warren. The problem for the Vermont senator is that those footsteps are ahead of him, not behind him, in Iowa and
Each October, everyone from professional athletes to school children and everything from food packages to cleaning supplies begin to take on a pinkish hue. That’s because October is National Breast
As I write this column, lots of adjectives are being uttered about Jan Robertson Dasher, my college roommate from winter quarter 1971-72 ‘til spring quarter 1973. Sweet. Fun. Special. Beautiful.
My husband Tom and I recently made a quick trip to Dallas to see the incomparable pairing of Steve Martin and Martin Short. And yes, it was every bit as
