Time Out

Hi, Boomers, I’ve been a work horse all my life. It almost seems like I’m not living if I’m not working. It could be actually working like in an office or writing as in a screenplay or marketing my book

Oh, Ye of Little Faith

Hi, Boomers, I was walking through the UCLA campus late this afternoon, taking the path up Bruin Way. One of the many tables lining the pathway caught my eye. The sign said: “Religion is for the Weak.” I was surprised

Going Along with the Zeitgiest

Hi, Boomers, Question: Is going along with the zeitgeist always the right thing to do? I’m conflicted. Today I got a twitter account and I feel sick inside. Ready to vomit up every bit of social networking I have done

Are You Just Along For the Ride?

Hi, Boomers, I was in the post office this morning mailing my book, Sixty, Sex, & Tango, Confessions of a Beatnik Boomer to a wonderful woman who used to be my partner in the theater we owned in Las Vegas,

It’s Thanksgiving Every Day

Hi, Boomers, It’s that time of year again – the beginning of the holiday season. Off to Vegas tomorrow at 5 am for the weekend; only this time there will be only one son in attendance and none of my

Brother Where Art Thou?

Hi, Boomers, It’s always the best laid plans that go astray in my life. I was away for two consecutive weekends; one weekend was the tango festival in Albuquerque where I danced and sold my book, SIXTY, SEX, & TANGO,

Tango and Other Addictions

Hi, Boomers, My favorite doctor friend, one of the most important opthamologists and plastic surgeons (neck up only, please) in Los Angeles, said to me today, “I wish I could live just one day of your life.” She has no

Itching For a Fix

Hi, Boomers, This pneumonia thing has really made me crazy. I’m itching for a fix – a yoga fix. I was confined to bed for a very long weekend and in between drinking gatorade and hobbling to the kitchen to

I’m Down, But Don’t Count Me Out

Hi, Boomers, Nothing like getting sick, I mean really sick like in the worst pneumonia sick, like I mean the kind they call “whopping pneumonia, and “that’s the worst right lung I’ve ever seen,” to get one thinking: how the

Bragging Rights

Hi, Boomers, I was recently talking to a young mother about being a grandmother. I have five grandchildren at the moment, and I was telling her how sometimes unreal it all felt to have so many grandchildren, to love unconditionally