This is an interesting topic. I know for years so many of us have wanted the ability to work from home. We have sometimes said to ourselves, “It would make things so much simpler” or “I could get so much done both professionally and personally.”

D-Day. 76 years ago today, our brave veterans descended upon the beaches of Normandy to conquer the enemy. They were met with tremendous opposition, not just from the enemy but having to overcome the waves as they disembarked.

As our country begins to reopen businesses and encourage people to venture out, there are a lot of changes that have been put in place: the need to wear masks, temperature checks, and maintaining our distance from others.

Memorial Day. A day when we remember those who have fallen defending and protecting us. I feel that so many lose sight of what this holiday represents. Normally, many look forward to the 4th Monday of May just as an extra day off and to enjoy pool time and barbecue.

Why is it that us being farther apart has brought us closer together? Over the past month, many friends and acquaintances have reconnected with those who they have not seen or spoken to in many years. And the outcome is one of joy and pure happiness.

We have been at war. Granted, it is not what we would define as a regular war with men and women in uniforms, running across a battlefield with bullets whizzing by them and cannons firing to demolish buildings. We are fighting a disease and our militia consists of those in the medical profession.

Cleansing. That is what the past few months has been about. We go into a store, we wipe our hands with a sanitation wipe. We go home, we need to wash our hands – for 20 seconds mind you. We handle the mail, go scrub up afterwards.

“Embrace the Suck.” This is something a friend of mine recently said to me. It’s his motto whenever things get tough. He learned this in the military and it helped him through very difficult times. The idea behind it is to find your level of comfortability when a situation is extremely uncomfortable and hard to endure.

Last Friday, on Antenna TV, I watched a rerun of The Tonight Show with Johnny Carson. One of his guests was the incomparable Tim Conway, who we lost in 2019. Tim Conway, was a brilliant actor and comedian who always managed to make people smile. The sketches he did on The Carol Burnett Show were hilarious and his concentration was second to none. He managed to maintain his composure while he made his cast mates laugh and giggle at his improvisations and other shenanigans that they were not expecting.

She came into my life like a single bullet to the heart, quick and life changing. Our first meeting was through a photograph on an iphone. I wanted to dislike her, not wanting to get too close, because that would mean I was attached, a fate I was not eager to accept.

As this year (and decade) come to an end, normally we look at what we yearn to achieve in the near future and the resolutions we look to put in place.

December is a difficult month to get through for many. The holidays are supposed to be a cheerful and joyous time filled with parties, merriment, and meals that resemble a Norman Rockwell painting.

“It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood. A beautiful day for a neighbor. Could you be mine? Would you be mine?” These were the words sung by Fred Rogers as he opened his daily public television show.

“December 7th, 1941-a date which will live in infamy-the United States of America was suddenly and deliberately attacked by naval and air forces of the Empire of Japan.” These were the words spoken by President Franklin Delano Roosevelt one day after the attack on Pearl Harbor (78 years ago today).

There is always something to be thankful for. And what better time to remind ourselves of this than the fourth Thursday of November.

Senseless killings. What would cause someone to either open gunfire in a school like in Santa Clarita, a backyard house party like in Fresno or at a Walmart in Oklahoma? What do these individuals think this will achieve?

Over the past few years, it has saddened me to hear of my cultural heroes being accused of criminal activity or have their lives cut short due to prescription medications. People like Bill Cosby, Michael Jackson and Whitney Houston, just to name a few. And now, the news that Felicity Huffman, a brilliant actress and one of my favorites, has pled guilty to paying thousands of dollars to have her child’s SAT scores fixed.