Forgiving is important, especially if I’m doing the forgiving. It’s part of my strategy to accept my humanness. Conversely, apologizing is very important to me—again, especially if I’m the one who is apologizing.

The vision of my mother’s version of preparing beef tongue is seared in my brain for ever. She would boil the tongue whole; plop it on a platter and said, “Time for dinner!”

I thought Lifehacker is the place to complain about our bank.

You know, I don’t think I’ve ever taken a photo of it.

I used to collect men’s clothes from the 1940s (I still collect men’s ties from the ‘40s and I have quite a collection). A few decades ago, while in NYC, I found a 1940s windowpane sport coat in a vintage place on Broadway. Fit pretty well and cost me $25. When I brought it to the tailor for a little alteration, he…

Someone very close to me who shall remain nameless does this all the time. She’ll finish my sentences and 99% of the time she’s wrong. That wasn’t what I was going to say at all. She replies that she’s just being conversive. After many years of this, it gets old.

I always eat shrimp tails. My wife cringes. What does she know?

I was mowing my lawn and suddenly wasps started swarming around me, coming up from a hive just under the ground. I ran to the front door screaming (I mean SCREAMING). The door was locked. My daughter sauntered up to the door (sauntered!) and opened it. I ran inside and the wasps followed me. Luckily, my wife knew what…

I would never wash anything in our office kitchen with a communal sponge. I wash my mugs with a clean paper towel and dishwashing soap.

Have your optician adjust them. They shouldn’t pinch your ears.

Your optician should be able to reduce slippage by adjusting the end pieces that go over your ears. That’s how I solved my problem.

Living in D.C, a city known for its locals’ favorite opening question, “What do you do?”, I will often start a conversation by asking “What are you passionate about?”

I swear by Ebates. No hassle. Easy to use.

Rocket surgery?

Okay, all funny posts aside (which I’m lovin’): I never touch my fingers to my nose, eyes, or mouth. NEVER. It cuts down on getting sick. And, I hate to get colds and the flu.

Simple solution: water irrigation. Works wonders.

This is the same trick us photographers of old use to use to eliminate small scratches in our negatives. Only we used “nose oil,” face oil from around our nose.

Except when that person is your boss...

Not only was I taught this by my mother, she also told me to rub the cut ends on the cucumber area I just cut.

Thanks!!!!