On the Top Ten of my Hit Parade of Worries is bedbugs. It started when friends contracted bedbugs in their home and told me they had to lie in bed at night to be hosts, which drew out the critters, so the Hazmat folks could come in their Hazmat suits …
I’d been rooting around for a good mental picture to swap to whenever I get visions of things like having no one to play Scrabble with when I reach my December years. I was searching for a sweet memory of which I have many. The ones that kept leaping to …
Unrelated announcement: “Composting, It’s Easier Than You Think,” my latest post on Home Goes Strong. Some folks seem to think a worrywart ought to look like a Shar-Pei. Not too long ago I commented on an article in Huffington Post. I do this regularly as it drives traffic to my …
This afternoon I knew my taxi would arrive in ten minutes to take me to the train for a few days in New York. I always worry about being late for the train, late for the taxi, late for whatever. And, I worry that my regular taxi driver won’t show up …
As a kid at the Jersey shore, on days of ocean calm, I would float over the occasional ripple with my dad, his hands folded behind his head and his tan, slender, feet parallel and pointing skyward. “Ahh, this is worth a million bucks,” he’d say and now I know …
Naturally, when I cook I worry the dish won’t come out right, especially because I don’t measure and I have never followed a recipe with precision. A great thing about Bonnie Pasta is that you can’t mess it up. And everyone adores it, including vegetarians. Read all about it and get …
Yesterday, my train back to DC from Philly was two hours late because someone decided to end his or her life outside of Trenton and under the wheels of an Acela on that blue-sky afternoon. Employees at 30th Street Station were amiably accommodating, responding with smiles to my persistent requests …
In case you don’t make it to the end, where I’ll refer to this again, see my latest post on NBC’s new Website Home Goes Strong, “My (91-year-old) Mom’s Do-It-Youself Decorating Tips.” On another note, this past weekend I visited my brother’s family in Philly, where I picked up some …
I contract other people’s worries, as though they were chicken pox. That’s why I plug my ears and hum at the mere mention of, for example, sleeplessness. My friend Joe suffers from travel anxiety. Joe’s a guy who moves around Washington with the ease of a gifted politician, but who–weeks …
When my kids were in the single digits, agewise, I would tuck them into their unmade beds, then worry whether or not I was raising responsible citizens. So I decided to turn some dreaded chores into family fun! Read about it on Huffington Post and share with parents and grandparents …
The other day I was searching Google, thinking I’d get some ideas for Tip Day. The first Website I opened began, “Do you worry too much? If so, did you know it could be killing you?” Then I headed to Barnes & Noble where I discovered books can also scare …
My first tip today is get a mantra. Many of the things I worry about, I have little or no control over. For instance, what if the power goes off while I’m cooking Thanksgiving dinner? Then there’s my preoccupation with how I’ll keep my brain busy and distracted if I’m …
See my new Huffington Post post! (Do you realize how worried I am that you’ll think I am trying to get away with a two-fer here, which I’m afraid am, and that, therefore, you will never want to return to my blog? I hope you’ll overlook this transgression and return …
From years of cruising Barnes and Nobles’ self-help aisles, I’ve picked up a pointer or two. Here’s today’s worrywart tip. Plan a worry break. A worry break is like a coffee break, except instead of drinking coffee, you worry. The idea is that rather than allowing, say, the woe that …
A less worried blogger would not hesitate to announce something like, “Wednesdays will be TIP DAY!” Then every Wednesday, followers could count on getting a tip that offers a way to deal with worry. But imagine what it would do to a worrywart like me if on a Wednesday I couldn’t post …