“If you don’t believe in any kindof magic or mystery, you’re as good as dead.” – – – Albert Einstein My father was pure magic. When I was seven years old, he tip-toed into my room one morning before dawn and whispered my name. My eyes flew...
When I’m at home, I love to read a good book, usually one of the current bestsellers. When I drive, I love to listen to books on Audible, usually one of the classics. I was on my way to the grocery store a couple of weeks ago, listening to an Audible recording of...
The first home I bought was arguably the smallest dwelling among the lush estates in Benedict Canyon. I needed to move, they were selling the house I was renting, and it was the only place I found in a decent neighborhood that I could afford. I called it the...
Fear was spoon-fed to me in my childhood. I recall a family gathering when danger became the topic of conversation around the dinner table. An aunt talked about the horrors of kidnapping. An uncle talked about his fear of heights. Each family member took a turn but my...
I Feel Like a Number My ego was constantly challenged as a ghostwriter – doing all the work, then stepping back and letting someone else take the credit. Sometimes it was brutal. In 1999, one of my clients, a widelyknown TV anchor, was on the David Letterman show to...
The Baby Boomer Blues We baby boomers are in a pickle. The constant look of surprise on our faces is more than bad Botox. We like getting senior discounts at the movie theater, but we’re pissed off when the kid behind the counter doesn’t look surprised. We finally can...
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