Like most people, I've been called many things in my life. Some I could list, others I can't, many I can't remember but all of which fall in the common lot of shortcomings so none would surprise.

I've decided to practice yoga again. "My practice," which is how devotees refer to yoga, is in its infancy. This means I bought a purple mat, put it in the closet and forgot about it. I felt virtuous and as if I was doing yoga, because I had a mat.

All a man needs is love. That was the message from Novak Dojokovic when he bowed his head and shed tears two games before losing to Daniil Medvedev in the finals of the U.S. Open Sunday.

If you were like me, when there was a piece about Medicare, you'd turn the page and put as much reading distance between it and you. Medicare was a foreign country you hadn't been to and had no intention of visiting. Medicare was for the older and less-agile set.

On Saturday, I worked outside in the yard from 8:30 to 11:30 a.m. I thought I was somebody, I thought I was tough, I thought I could work through anything but when I finished, I thought I might be done for the rest of the weekend.

"How do you solve a problem like Maria?" You don't and when Maria is Julie Andrews you thank God every time she opens her mouth and sings in her classically trained soprano. If Maria is a problem, she's a problem worth listening to.

What do you do with leftovers from vacation? This includes three eggs, half of a half-and-half, four Squirts (hecho in Mexico), enough medium hot salsa to cover an omelet, a bowl of buttery pasta (leftover from leftovers), two soggy Milano cookies and a bag of trail mix sure to clump togethe…

My cousin's son Paul is in his 30s and has been single for a while. He shouldn't be necessarily (he's perfectly delightful on a number of fronts) but he has been and heretofore seems unfazed by the prospect of being unattached. There are other things to do and he has done them happily.

I went to the Nordstrom Anniversary Sale recently. We were taking Lillian, our 4-year-old granddaughter, to a tea at the Westgate Hotel in San Diego and Sue suggested I might want to dress appropriately.

I hadn’t thought about the Olympics before last Friday. Not Thursday either, the day before, when a friend asked if I was looking forward to them.

People have strong feelings about doughnuts and, perhaps most of all, cinnamon crumb cake doughnuts (note: the newspaper uses AP style — "doughnuts" rather than donuts).

She performs card tricks for her friends at Rosewood. One Sunday, her daughter, Virginia Davies, and son-in-law Dan came for brunch and filmed one of her tricks. When they returned home, they uploaded the video on a computer and watched it over and over again and still couldn't figure it out.

A friend told me that Alan from Costco (known for asking, "Have you heard the good news?") has moved to Tennessee. Alan was the guy at the door at the Costco on Rosedale Highway with the light shining in his eyes as if he were back lit by a heavenly glow. Usually smiling, firmly believing in…

Last Thursday was National Handshake Day. National so-and-so days seem lighthearted and conceived in a Hallmark workshop — National Spaghetti Day, National Cuddle Up Day, National Bubble Bath Day, National Popcorn Day — but this one, serious or not, is worth celebrating and gives me a warm f…

A friend was emptying his father's house and gave me two books — from the 5,000 his father owned — by William Styron. The first was "A Tidewater Morning: Three Tales from Youth" and then "Lie Down in Darkness."

A friend's wife is going on a road trip. Nothing better than a road trip, especially one in which you do not have to reach the destination in a big hurry.

I met a friend for a Friday lunch at Luigi’s. Nothing like a Friday lunch. The week’s work is done, should be done or, if it isn’t done, may never be done and Friday lunch, which can trend long, is a way to celebrate.

I had no idea a block of ice could last three days sitting in a luke-cool fridge. Maybe, that's an idea. Rather than buy a new fridge for $1,400, how about a $2.50 block of ice at Smart & Final?

As we approached the Edmund Pettus Bridge in Selma, Ala., I turned on the Joan Baez version of "We Shall Overcome." The bridge and its history felt like a "We Shall Overcome" moment.The original "moment" was March 7, 1965 — Bloody Sunday — when police attacked civil rights demonstrators with…