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Opinion

A Weighty Issue Indeed

Chicago Tribune, September 13, 2009
Fat consumes 10 percent of our health-care dollars. That’s $147 billion we spend, as a nation, treating diseases caused or exacerbated by too much fat on our frames.
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Harry and Louise Must Die

Salon, August 4, 2009
Next year we’ll spend $17 billion in Medicare dollars on an oxymoron: preventing inevitable death. So forget for a moment the plans coming out of Washington. Curing healthcare is not a question of Obama’s blue pill or Obama’s red pill. The answer may be no pill at all.
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Rats! Don’t you hate it when they visit paradise?

Chicago Tribune
In Chicago, we savor every warm sunny day in autumn. Last gasps of summer happen all over the globe, of course, but in Chicago each day of warmth and sun is one we soak up and store within ourselves. We’re like the late Leo Lionni’s Frederick, who uses those rays to sooth his fellow mice during the bleak, cold months of winter.
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Back to the Present: Bliss in a Water Tank

Crain’s Chicago Business, August 3, 1998
BALANCE, HARMONY, BLISS: all this in a basement storefront on Lincoln Avenue at SpaceTime Tanks, where the spaced-out ’60s live on and on and on. There, for $30 and an hour of your time, you can float in darkened silence in a sealed oblong tank of warm water suffused with 800 pounds of Epsom salts.
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Something Borrowed: A Wedding Dress Makes the Rounds

Chicago Reader, December 8, 1995
My wedding dress has been at the dry cleaner’s for ten months. It had already hung by its garment loops in an extra closet for nine years. One hundred dollars is a lot to spend cleaning something; and I vaguely sensed that it was uncleanable, that I’d take it to a professional, and they’d tut-tut me for ruining such a lovely dress. I’d had so much fun at our wedding that I’d trashed the lower two-thirds of it. Red wine, champagne, violet lipstick, grime-who invited them? But New York City and a lesbian guest insistent on catching the bouquet will leave their mark on white satin.
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In the blog

My daughter accuses me of doing nothing at our summer house in Quebec. Ha! I practice yoga after breakfast, kayak late morning and swim fast to the island and back (about a mile) late afternoon. In between: I read. I read small books and big books, fiction and nonfiction, old books and those newly published.

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In the months after summer’s heat, Chicago’s crisp sunny days pull me, and my dog, to the beach. There’s no one there! My North Avenue beach is banked by man-made dunes. Get yourself beyond those and the beach offers a wide swath of sand pebbled with crushed shells. Also washed-up wood slabs from wave-smashed piers,

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We all have a favorite place to read. Mine is Pythonga, where there’s quiet and comfy chairs and few obligations.  Here’s what I read last trip.  Other Men’s Daughters, by Richard Stern I’ve never read such a sympathetic story of a failed marriage. It broke my heart.  This book is set in the 1960’s, in

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