No, ‘going to a dive bar’ is not my advice for reducing stress, nor a habit for good health. The following is an excerpt from my as-yet unpublished book, “From Modeling to Medicine: A Trail Guide to Peace”.
It’s been interesting to watch Zoey settle in to our new home. I was really concerned that the move from the only home she had ever known would further traumatize her. She has really been through a very difficult time after losing her best friend.
I won’t be hosting Thanksgiving this year. For the first time in over 40 years, there won’t be a turkey roasting in my oven on Thanksgiving day.
A commercial shown this time of year, for a hand-held vacuum, I believe, features three Golden Retriever puppies popping out of a box under a Christmas tree. They’re wearing red bows and look ever so adorable.
Richard Wilhelm knows about the rise and fall of the American chestnut — how a foreign blight inadvertently wiped out the grandest tree in the North American forests in little over a half century.
There were no “Midnight Madness” sales in my youth. Thanksgiving went off at 1 p.m. sharp - as in the stuffing of the face — with a “second seating” anywhere between 4-6 p.m. in the Penn household, and “Miracle on 34th Street” (the Edmund Gwen classic, all other pretenders be darned) was on …
With the holiday season coming upon us, we are looking for a way to help more people. Every day we receive 20 to 30 phone calls a day asking for help with spaying/neutering and vaccinating their animals.
The year was 1974 or maybe ‘75. Lou had only moved to New Haven from Hartford in 1973, right around the corner from yours truly, who was actively interviewing candidates for best friend.
When I moved to my new home, I just assumed that I would have no opportunity to garden. Yes, I did observe some sort of backyard; small and situated on a slope, but it wasn’t planted at all.
I recently visited Amalfi, Italy with two collaborators to show our documentary on Wooster Square. Because there were so many who immigrated to New Haven from Amalfi and the neighboring towns, we thought it would be a nice gesture to bring it back to the place of origin.
Imagine my surprise when I pulled into the parking lot of the store where my kids have picked out their Halloween costume for the last half dozen years or so and - much like many other buildings throughout Connecticut - there was a huge “For Lease” sign there to greet us.
As I grow older, the changes in seasons seem to be more pronounced. The fact that the temperature and the daylight hours change causes a level of consternation for me.
Turns out that the adventure of moving to a new house after living for what seemed like a lifetime in another place, isn’t the end of the adventure.
Like it or not, the pre-holiday season is here. Time to make a list and check it twice of all things that need to get done this fall to avoid stress as the holiday season approaches!
My latest tale of woe began on a lovely June morning when I awoke to find my right pinky finger inflamed, swollen, and the color of a broiled Hummels Big Bite hot dog.
Deciding to move is only the beginning of the process of changing your life. The really difficult part is what to do with the accumulated things that essentially represent your life in that place you called home.
So I sold my house and I’m filled with ambivalence about it. My sentiments vacillate between a sense of relief over having made the decision to move and a gnawing feeling of regret over it.
“It’s my first night sleeping in the kennel at Shelter 1 and it’s bright and pretty loud even at 10:24 p.m. I can hear the bulldog in quarantine howling and two dogs are in the outside part of their kennel barking at something in the woods. At 12:24 a.m. two of the dogs are pacing and nervou…
BRANFORD — About two weeks ago, on Aug. 14, a Wednesday, Karen Ragonese was outside her office in the Towne Pharmacy building on Main Street in downtown Branford. She was rushing, almost running.
Last week our local pharmacy, Towne Pharmacy, here in Branford announced that they would be closing. The message sent a wave of sadness throughout our community. So many of us had gotten to know the proprietors and they, in turn, knew us. It was another example of how the passage of time, an…
In the 1630s the Saybrook Colony was named in honor of Lords Saye and Brooke, prominent Parliamentarians and holders of the colony's land grants. Artist Bill Dougal commemorated them in a drawing, imaginatively showing Lord Brooke drawing a caricature of Lord Saye. The premise is apropos for…
Some of you may have been following the recent story in the local papers about the search for a missing 17-year-old dog who was lost in Sleeping Giant Park.
As a father, I have prided myself on my ability to answer my children’s questions, from the zany ones requiring quick thinking and an active imagination (while oftentimes driving an automobile) when they were wee ones to the increasingly challenging ones, familiar to many a ma or pop, as the…
As our in-law tiny house downsizing/saga continues our household has been taken over. Our daughter is on teacher-summer break. Our son-in-law leaves for work at 5 a.m. and our brilliant, beautiful and unbelievably funny 3-year-old granddaughter is our daylong entertainment.
Last week, I gave our piano away, and it was a very emotional experience. I know that it was the right time to give it up, but that didn’t make it any easier.
Summer always reminds me of how much life has changed from my childhood. Growing up in a city neighborhood meant a summer filled with lazy days on your block or perhaps around the corner playing with some friends.
A few years back I did a segment on my radio show about the summers of my youth and the various beach clubs that I’d either sneak into with friends or my parents would score a guest pass from theirs.
Barbie may be the most popular doll of all time but when I was a little boy, my sisters went crazy for two dolls that had become the rage for little girls: Chatty Cathy and Patty Playpal.
My dear friend and esteemed colleague, Dr. Nancy Cappello, passed away this past year, far too soon. The short version of that story is that Nancy died of the very late consequences of delayed diagnosis and treatment of her breast cancer. That delay resulted from the imaging challenges with …