I’ve become a gym rat, which is a good thing. I say gym rat, not bunny, because there is a serious distinction between the two, and sadly, I’ve aged out of the gym bunny phase. Not that I ever was one, mind you. Somewhere along the line I missed...

Kim Stagliano and I go wayyyyy back. We were cutting our teeth in this business at about the same time. Back then she was trying to have a novel published, but the more I learned about Kim and her extraordinary story and her even more compelling wit, the more...

“What’re you in for?” I asked an acquaintance I ran into while at physical therapy the other day. “Bum hip,” she said, hobbling toward me as she winced. “You?” “More like what am I not in for,” I groaned, pointing to my swollen knee and rubbing my aching lower...