Heart disease is nothing to play around with. So why does its treatment continue to be such a crapshoot? In a story by the New York Times about the wrongful death of former astronaut Neil Armstrong, Dr. Michael Mack, a heart surgeon at Baylor Scott & White The Heart Hospital…

Crisp sheets. To my knowledge there’s only one way to get them. Hang ’em out on the line to dry. My wife Marsha and I bought a jungle jim sort of thing for our grandaughters to frolic on, learn their limitations of daring do and test their Tomboy temptations. It…

“You don’t look like someone who has your condition,” my doctor told me. “My patients who share your severity aren’t moving very much, or very well.” That was a week ago and I’m still trying to process that. I have stenosis of the aortic valve — a heart murmur. My…

The passing of New Yorker editor Roger Angell at age 101, stirred up a lot of old memories, baseball memories of course. It occurred to me that not only had Angell and I watched many of the same games on television but we had also been at the same games…

“Remind me I need to call that fucker at 9 o’clock this morning,” my wife Marsha said as she and I lay in bed. Which fucker is that? I asked. Is it the pool fucker, the tile fucker, the countertop fucker, the designer fucker, how about the plumber fucker?” “Nah,”…

My wife Marsha says we are just too different, not so much from other people, just from each other. …

The mystery of the missing coffee cups Marsha and I discovered that a growing number of our coffee mugs are missing. Regular readers of my literary contributions are keenly aware that when things go missing at our house, they aren’t missing at all. Although the results are the same, there’s…

We sent our daughter to kindergarten today. It was her first day. We were all so excited, the build up to the big day, shopping for the supplies she would need had been a joyous family event. It was a big deal. She needed the school to make friends and…

I don’t know how the writers of Yogi Bear could have done it but they came up with an episode that has my grandson in it 60 years before he was born. His name is Cade, but I call him Beetle. When I set him down his little legs just…