Kurt Vonnegut Jr. on Good Writing

Kurt Vonnegut Jr. on Good Writing

Sunday, February 19, 2017

Pinning Down the Powerful Plusses of Acupuncture

This article 1st appeared in Sixty and Me 

If my wife had never scolded me on that Sunday, I probably never would have gone to my first acupuncture session. And if it weren’t for acupuncture, I’m certain I wouldn’t feel as good as I do today.
I will spare you all the medical details, but eight years ago I was struck by extremely discomforting chronic prostatitis, which I later learned was triggering my first-ever bout of severe chemical depression.
I visited many doctors and specialists. I had undergone a battery of tests. I had tried numerous prescriptions. But there was simply no improvement.
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Friday, February 17, 2017

Should You Hang Up Your Jeans at 53? The Jean Jeanie Says No Way

This article 1st appeared in Sixty and Me

It’s a good thing I’m not a dedicated follower of fashion advice or I would probably be feeling really badly about wasting $40 last week.
Realizing that a new season was here and not having bought any jeans for more than two years, I decided to pick up two pairs at Target last week.
Only hours after I got home, I found out from a Facebook post that I had engaged in a new fashion faux pas.

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Wednesday, February 15, 2017

For Baby Boomers, the Stairways to Heaven Are Changing

This article 1st appeared in Sixty and Me

When it comes to funerals, many Baby Boomers are literally thinking outside the box.
Of course, that really shouldn’t come as much of a surprise. Those born between 1946 and 1964 have been constantly reinventing most life stages as they have been passing through them. So why should death be any different?
Over the next few years, you should be prepared to encounter a whole different array of extremely personalized funerals.

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Saturday, February 4, 2017

This article 1st appeared in Sixty and Me

Recently a violent summer storm swept through the Atlanta-area community where we live near our grandchildren. My seven-year-old grandson Owen, who only a few weeks before had finally become comfortable with July 4th holiday fireworks, rushed from his bed to his parents’ room.
Earlier in the evening, there had been reports of expected high winds or even tornadoes. As the thunder pealed and the lightning flashed, the possibility of a tornado seemed paramount in Owen’s mind. For the next 15 minutes or so, he besieged his Dad with questions. “What’s a tornado again, Daddy?” “What do we do if a tornado does come? Do we hide in the basement?”
Finally, after receiving patiently delivered answers and a series of hugs, Owen fell asleep again.

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