IN MY HUMBLE OPINION
Fashionably late

I am not a fan of being late, fashionably or otherwise. When I was growing up, my Uncle Sid was always late. Be it a Sunday dinner, arriving at a Bar Mitzvah or leaving on a jet plane, Sidney was …

Three little words

Normally, at this time of year, I’d be writing my annual “Love Stinks” Valentine’s Day column. February marks the opening salvo of skunk mating season, which is always fitting …

All that jazz

I have an aversion to the word “process.” Maybe it’s me, but it’s nondescript. It can be a teensy bit pretentious at times and (IMHO) is overused in the world of arts and …

Everything everywhere all at once

I know I’ve heard the words in the title above somewhere, but I can’t for the life of me remember where or when. I’m sure it’ll come to me, but meanwhile, that’s exactly …

The way we were

Memories are odd. Barbra Streisand once famously sang about them being “misty” and “water-colored,” and I’m starting to see why.  Apparently, I wrote the …