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Japan’s tradition of designating artists and performers as Living National Treasures could be adapted here, and my first nominee would be Alan Alda.

I don’t mean to idealize our boy dog, but here is love . . .

Do you know how many rejections we have received of this potential classic of world literature? It could be something like Fyodor Tolstoy’s “Crime and Peace” or Joseph Conrad’s “Fart of Harkness.”

On a winter drive with my husband one Sunday afternoon, we started to list all the people we’ve known from the neighborhood who are no longer here — their absence struck a powerful note.

The surprising connection between home design and phobias.

Brent Newsom, in memoriam.

In the last few weeks of 2021, my body put a stop to overtasking and sent me to the corner to think about what I’d done.

I had just hit some second-rate jackpot and felt a combination of instant relief and long-haul anxiety. Yippee, we could take a test. Uh-oh, what if my wife and/or I tested positive?

Just how did modern civilization make the transition from spirit, light entering the world, to matter — to the materialism that marks Christmas Day?

Bottom line? We want our house loved and enjoyed the way we loved and enjoyed it.

A public education debate has been raging between cursive and printing enthusiasts for several decades now.

Walking the dog was fine. Tennis was fine. Life was fine. Until Labor Day, when my knee blew up like a balloon. So what do you recommend, doc?