I mean it. Stop it right now. I know you meant it as a compliment, but it’s not. When people call me “young at heart” they mean something like active, adventurous, creative, involved. How remarkable for someone who is, well, (whispered) old! Calling an old person...
I play in a band. What does this have to do with warm cookies, you ask? Patience, grasshopper. We’ll get there. It was just three days before an important gig when my amp started acting up — crackling and buzzing instead of nice clean music. I called my local repair...
I recently became the owner of a Paderno Vegetable Spiral Slicer — or “spiralizer” for short. I’ve been wanting to eat healthier — more veggies, fewer processed carbs — but I didn’t seem to be cut out for a life without pasta. Until now. The spiralizer turns any...
I am waiting for bad news. Or good news. It’s not something I’m very good at – waiting. I can’t just put things I’m worried about out of my mind and get on with the day. What I’m waiting for is a test result. In a week or so, my 29-year-old son will learn if he...
(Note: Originally published on Huffington Post) If you’ve played in a working band, you’ve been through the routine a thousand times. Pull in at a club, haul your gear in, set up and hope you have time to check the sound before downbeat. Below is a list of things no...
I know, I know. TSA? Really? The abominable agents of airport angst? The humorless automatons whom we meekly obey, no matter how capricious the rules, since they have the power to thwart our best laid plans? That TSA? Yes, them. I traveled from Seattle to Los Angeles...
