As I trudged out the door each morning to the gym—I’m sorry, I mean, to the barn—this past week, I tried mightily to stay motivated.
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Well, that was awkward...
Catholic News Service, which, as it’s name implies, is a denominational news agency, and tweeted a rather chirpy message of inclusion last Sunday, reading, ‘Hanukkah begins at Sundown. Happy Hanukkah to those who celebrate!’
Yes, the holidays are upon us and people everywhere have been gouging and scratching each other out of the way to snag the best deal as they prepare to celebrate the birth of The Prince of Peace.
There’s quite a popular new trend going around that is said to help quell anxiety in both children and adults, as well as tackle insomnia: weighted blankets.
Now, I know what Tannerite is.
On the strength of last year’s sell out comedy concert we did to benefit Mobile Meals, promoter (who I can also rope into being emcee) Mike Elis and I thought we’d try to make it an annual event to continue to raise much needed funds for our favorite charity. Suddenly, we sounded like a scene out of ‘Babes in Arms:’
At a loss after the shooting in Pittsburg, I entered the vigil held at B’nai Israel Temple in Spartanburg searching for...to be perfectly honest, I wasn’t completely sure. But I knew I yearned to give some sort of sympathy, comfort, understanding.
In the 20 years that I have lived here, I have yet to see a single trick-or-treater come to my door.
Search google for the word, September, and countless links that include ‘melancholy’ immediately pop up. Why this sadness? Is it the end of summer? The changing light? The fact that for years, Starbucks’ pumpkin latte never contained any actual pumpkin?
It’s been a good 17 years since we’ve had a puppy in our house, much less two, and I think Jerry Seinfeld’s wonderful joke about toddlers—“a two year old is like a blender that doesn’t have a top”- also easily applies to young canines.