I have stumbled upon an idea that, if implemented universally, could make everyone’s life a little better.

Today I’d like to talk to you about a sport that worries me. I am referring to golf.

I may not be old yet. But I’m getting there. I will now take your questions.

I realize that some people, myself included, may disagree. But hear me out: Life during this pandemic is harder than life during the 1918 pandemic was for our forefathers and foremothers.

I have been searching high and low — including my old cedar chest, my kitchen cupboards and the top closet shelf — for signs that 2021 is going to be a better year.  Also, for my grandmother’s…

This will come as a shock to my husband, children and anyone who has seen me wear pantyhose with open-toe shoes. But I am WAY more hip and cool than you think.

As my kids will tell you, I have an aphorism for every occasion.

I have just made an important medical discovery regarding preexisting conditions. So allow me to slip on my lab coat, put a stethoscope around my neck and take your questions.

My latest unproven conspiracy theory is that someone high in the government is in cahoots with a dark money group that wants to take away your rights. Specifically, your right to eat cake. Bea…

Pandemics are awful. Horrible, really. I can think of at least 130,000 reasons why. And on top of that, maybe 30 million more. That doesn’t even count the dramatic increase in wasted sourdough…

In the 1970s, the small town I grew up in consisted of three churches, three taverns and approximately 800 white people.

So my husband’s birthday is next week. And I have been seeing a LOT of him lately. I mean, a LOT. Literally, every time I turn around, there he is! Morning, noon and night. He’s there!

When I learned in June 2003 that Cele Cummiskey, this newspaper’s much-beloved columnist, had died, I felt a pang of sadness. I then decided I wanted her job.

Are you concerned about coronavirus? Have you been irrationally hoarding toilet paper? Do you wanna get away? Far, far, FAR away?