Fanagrams

The I Hate to Cookbook, published by Peg Bracken in 1960, saved my mother’s life.

Take a tour of the ubiquitous hexagon, from the humble honeycomb to the 16,000 mile wide hexagon on the surface of Saturn!

My uneasy relationship with guinea pigs in four chapters.

Who would have throught that my experience with typewriters would touch on gender politics, boyfriends and the tyranny of the typo!

Strangers can validate you as a writer.

If you want a jolt of American ingenuity, go to Bed and Bath and Beyond and take in the splendor of all the kitchen gadgets.

I felt the tightening grasp of the humble banana.  It had the potential to scuttle a promising friendship.

A Lazy Boy is epitome of sloth, and now one commands my living room.  How can I get rid of it?

Second installment of vignettes of first childhood experiences of basic human emotions and attributes.

With a long drive ahead of me ahead of me and nothing else to do, I decided to give religious radio a chance.

My quest to harvest and repurpose my beautiful gallstone.

Ah, the mysteries of the brain.  Why do inextricably link the word Sol Hurok and impresario?

Song parody to “It’s a Gift to be Simple.

A mother strikes a blow in solidarity for all the discontented snack moms out there!

A collection of childhood vignettes of “first ever” experiences where I learn that life is more complicated than I thought.

I’s been over 50 years, but I am finally apologizing.

The word “death” is taboo to advertisers.  Here is my solution.

What the hell is a superfood anyway.  Turns out it is nothing.

What was the physician thinking when he put this into the medical record?

Marketers view forced idleness, such as standing in  lines, as an opportunity for advertising.  The airport experience, where ads are slathered onto every flat surface, is the epitome of forced idleness advertising.