The jig is up, medical science. I don’t believe a word you say anymore.
There’s a lot of hoarders in my family. Fortunately, I’m not one. Well, except for photos.
You know that life around you has become too perpetually noisy when you hear a sound that you can’t quite place but it seems familiar.
The pandemic has changed all our lives since it took hold in earnest in March 2020.
I’ve written before about some of the curious behaviors of dogs, but ours has taken up an unwelcome new one: rolling in her own poop.
There have long been allegations that there are plenty of parking structure and other off-street spaces in downtown La Jolla if the local denizens weren’t too cheap to pay for them.
It has not escaped my attention that all of my favorite TV shows are sponsored by antidepressants.
It continues to amaze me that we can land the Perseverance rover on Mars but San Diego, two-plus months after the vaccine rollout, cannot sort out the horrific daily traffic jam of people trying to get to Petco Park for their first or second doses of COVID vaccine.
Anyone who has been reading my column for a while knows that I’m a sucker for those internet articles about how to make yourself look 20 pounds thinner (Photoshop?)
There are times when you just have to lie.