I’m a wimp around needles, but no stranger to acupuncture. I black out when I have blood taken, sure, it’s happened. But put me on an acupuncturist’s table, and my fear, like my stress, all but evaporates. And until you experience it for yourself, you probably won’t…

I truly believe that every holiday begins with the best of intentions: To be kinder, more open, more interested, more engaged, more communicative. We go in thinking THIS is the year it’s going to be really wonderful. We produce Norman Rockwell-ized images in our minds of what our family could be, peering in at all…

I walked in on something happening in my own bathroom the other night. And I remind you that I live alone (save for a stunning tuxedo feline named Silas). A cockroach big enough to block traffic on West End Ave was hiding under the slats of my wooden bathmat. In fact, I would not have…

You have not seen a happier man than my father about to have at a dozen oysters. Which is why rather than sweep into town to borrow the car he so generously lets me use to drive to Massachusetts, and bolt back out, I proposed dinner,…

Chocolate is NEVER a bad decision. Ever. Not in my book, anyway. And not according to recent research written up in the NYT, which points to the cardiovascular benefits of chocolate. So deciding to stop by the famous L.A. Burdick’s in Harvard Square recently was perhaps the best decision of my…