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The Dizzy Season

It’s happened again. No warning signs. I wake up after a cozy night’s sleep and the room is spinning. My own internal poltergeist. Vertigo.

I used to look forward to the beginning of autumn—new classes to teach, warm cider donuts, pumpkin cake, and colorful leaves on the trees. But for the past four years, a skulking trickster emerges any time between August and November and ...

There Are Two Kinds of People

Almost every behavior can be sub-divided into being enacted by two kinds of people. Do I really believe that? Let’s put it this way. I have space on this page to fill every week. That requirement—self-mandated though it is—gets you to thinking about all sorts of unusual things. This is one of them.

If I don’t believe my “Two Kinds of People” conceit as ...

History on Display

New York State’s primary election is the same day that this edition of the paper will be in your hands, and I’ve been giving it a lot of thought. It’s no secret that I am a political junkie but not in the partisan sense; rather, as an informed and engaged citizen. I am genuinely interested in the opinions of each “side” and am happy to have a healthy discussion, ...

Making the Breast of a Bad Situation

The day started like any other. I showered, got dressed, walked the dog, and then headed over to the local coffee shop to get a beverage.

But as I waited on line to give my order, Satan suddenly stabbed me in the back. Or rather, the boob. I had bent over to retrieve something I dropped on the floor, when one of the underwires suddenly burst out the material like a ninja warrior, spearing me ...

Cookies and hooky

There’s a chill in the air, a tart briskness that seems like you could shatter it with a hammer. Most people would reach for a pullover, but that chill causes me to break into a sweat. Even after all these years, the first time I feel Jack Frost nipping at my nose, an abject panic sets in and I start trying to think up excuses for why I didn’t do homework that was due 44 years ago.