Category: Health
Why Baby Boomers Are Angry Birds
September 24th, 2019What Am I, Chopped Liver? It’s spring in the southern hemisphere. A cause for celebration? Yes! And … no. It means spring-cleaning and renewal. But we’re not only talking tidying drawers, squeaky-cleaning the kitchen, re-grouting the bathroom tiles, and physical detox, here. We’re also talking cleansing our psychic innards. Heavy-duty stuff, this last one, and… See More
Book Sex—Clean or ‘Dirty’?
March 7th, 2019Slut-Shaming the Protagonist? Women! We’ve fought long and hard to liberate our sexuality from the shackles of shame. Yet, it now seems there’s a bit of an upsurge in the return to the literary chastity belt. The bedroom door has been slammed shut. Again. ‘Clean’ romance is the amour du jour. Book sex is getting… See More
The Poetic Slicence of Plastic Surgery
October 31st, 2018My, What Big Ears You Have! I love Matt Stone and Trey Parker, creators of South Park. I love their warped humour and their characters—foul-mouthed, politically incorrect bunch of yobs! I admire Stone and Parker’s ability to satirise. Apparently, I do a bang-up job of this myself, according to an Amazon Hall of Fame reviewer…. See More
I’ll Show You My Mess If You Show Me Yours!
October 23rd, 2018Utter Clutter Nutter I ♥ mess. Yyeah, baby! But wait up … that doesn’t mean I’m a slob/slug/layabout/slack-arse. I’m not. It’s just that once you have kids, any sense of structure, order, and control goes down the crapper. Pre-ankle-biter days, I was anal retentive. Example: the bathroom of our very first house had a stainless-steel… See More
Why It’s Time for a New Women’s Anthem!
April 14th, 2017I ♥ My Dirty-Girl Mouth I have a potty-mouth. It’s not a bad thing. For a long time, though, I was ashamed of what came out of my bazoo. Why couldn’t I be demure—ladylike, like the fairy-tale damsel? It’s not as if I didn’t try to make nice. We bobby-socked baby-boomers were groomed to. Still,… See More
Why the Lure of Horror Is a Good Thing
April 3rd, 2017A Nightmare on Overwhelm Street The man’s bloodied forearm dangled limply outside the door of his horribly smashed-up car. I slowed down to get a better look at this accident on the other side of the road. The drivers in front of me had also reduced speed, but the stretch ahead of them was clear. No… See More
Why Obscenity Is Good for Your Health
July 20th, 2016Truth or Dare? Dare. I dare say we all crave obscenity. Ooh … I sense prudes mounting their high horses, shouting a spotless synonym for ‘bullshit!’. But that would indicate that they’ve opened up this post, which could indicate that they were unable to resist sneaking a peek at something that might be grubby. Why?… See More
How I Deal with the Inner Critic
April 8th, 2016SHUUUT UUUUUUUP! Does that work for you? Mostly, it does nothing for me. Zip. Nada. Bupkis. The inner critic won’t listen. All writers have to contend with one, but writers don’t have the monopoly. This bitchy, nit-picking predator of the psyche doesn’t pick and choose. It assails everyone. I couldn’t silence mine—and I was loath… See More