Category: Confessions of.a Do-Gooder

I never dance. Ever. I can’t. I’ve got no rhythm or coordination, and even the Hokey Pokey intimidates me. At weddings, I sit, smile, clink my champagne glass, and watch other people wiggle and shimmy with carefree, happy abandonment. But I don’t dance. I’ve always feared what the world would think seeing me flap around […]

I keep seeing those TV commercials that show middle-aged men doing what must be considered middle-aged manly things while the spokesman announces, “this is the age of knowing what you’re made of.” It took me a long time to realize those commercials are selling Viagra, and it will take me longer to understand what erectile […]

“You always smell a bear before you see him,” my father, an avid outdoorsman, once told me. “And if you run into one, make a lot of noise,” he advised. I never expect to run into a bear in my daily suburban life and I would have been as stunned as the other shoppers when […]

No one likes to be suspected of wrongdoing – especially before dawn – but I had an opportunity to contemplate this one morning when I experienced a minor run in with the police. My dog and I are early morning runners. Most mornings, we circle the neighborhood, cover two cul de sacs, then head up […]