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Erotic Intelligence
If you live long enough, you kind of figure out that lust, love, and marriage might be three very different experiences. Read story.
Tips for Remedying Stress
If you haven’t noticed, there are no longer saber-toothed tigers roaming State Street. Read story.
Beware of Snake Oil Salesman
Debunking Health Myths
Our desire to be healthy and beautiful makes us vulnerable every health fiction that comes down the pike. Read story.
Finding Motivation When You Hate to Exercise
There's a big difference between appreciating the value of exercise and actually wanting to get off your butt.
There's a big difference between appreciating the value of exercise and actually wanting to get off your butt. Read story.
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Keeping the Faith
How does one keep the faith? Read story.
How to Take Years off Your Age Without Lying About It
Healthspan: Take 9 years off your age through exercise and drinking.
Take 9 years off your age through exercise and drinking. Read story.
Female Fat Phobia
Healthspan: In Junior high and beyond, the worst two words one can be called are “fat” and “gay.”
In Junior high and beyond, the worst two words one can be called are “fat” and “gay.” Read story.
Living with Uncertainty
Certainty is certainly reassuring--in these uncertain times dogma and confident, resolute leaders can be very attractive.
It is the first of the new year, and I, like many of my optimistic fellow Americans, have a need to arm myself with resolutions; it helps us meet the uncertainty of the new year if we feel resolved to do something to improve our lots in life. Certainty is certainly reassuring. And in these uncertain times, dogma and confident, resolute leaders can be very attractive. Read story.
Natural Highs
The best things in life are free, or so the promise goes. It is hard to believe that one in this hothouse atmosphere of consumerism that engulfs us this time of year. Like a lot of folks my age, I am trying to simplify my life, get free of “stuff.” Read story.
Am I Old?
All of this nonsense about 50 being the new 30, 70 being the new 50 … it sounds like a boomer-inspired trick to confuse us about whether or not we are actually getting old. Read story.
Have We No Shame?
This is a weird world we live in. Britney’s VaJayJay (Hey, Oprah can say it, so why can’t I?) is displayed all over the Internet. And apparently, her mother has the chutzpah to write a book on parenting. And if I want to know about Stephanie’s philosophy of life — she is 19 and from Atlanta (“Men may wear the pants, but I control the zipper”) — all I have to do is become her “friend” on MySpace, and it all will be revealed. Read story.
The Gift of Anger
If there is one thing that plagues us mortals on the psychological front, it is the human emotion of anger. Too often, we want to flee from the Red-Eyed Monster, or wrestle him to the ground. Both strategies only leave him strutting about like a puffed-up, flight-suited George W. declaring victory in a never-ending war. Read story.
Eating French
Having recently spent a month in France, I have come to the conclusion that the French are sneaky. They eat three-course meals with gorgeous sauces, drink red wine constantly, have no apparent shame availing themselves of those sinful French pastries, pâté, and cheeses, and yet still remain — by American standards — thin. Read story.
All About a Friendship
In 1974, two wide-eyed and bushy-tailed Missouri guys, then in their mid twenties, took off from Paris on shiny new Motobecane bicycles with the goal of ending up in Munich. It was a time before life would demand their serious attention, before Richard would be raising a family in the Bay Area and I would be sitting in front of a computer screen looking at a column deadline. It was a time after the breezy college frat boy days we had shared. We were looking for an adventure, one that would change our lives. Read story.
An American in Paris
I told everyone I was taking a “sabbatical” in Paris. As soon as I was snuggled into my window seat on Air France, I began to wonder why I needed to describe my month-long stay in France in such exalted terms. In truth, I was really just wanting to defy the benchmark of turning 60 by doing something I had always wanted to do as a younger man — live in Paris — if only for a month. Read story.
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