It could have been my mantra. My dad, a jazz buff, came home with the new Lambert, Hendricks, and Ross album as soon as it came out in 1959. My favorite track was “ Gimme That Wine ,” although I was still in high school and didn’t start drinking until I got to college. The chorus spoke for me. “Gimme that wine, Unhand that bottle; 'Cause I can't cut loose without my juice.” I needed that first drink or two to party. In college and for years after, I drank scotch in the wint

I’m embarked on new plunge into mindful eating. And it’s prompted me to recall my previous adventures with dieting and dietary rules. It all begins with my mother. Mom was always dieting, always cutting edge, always ahead of her time. She was an early adopter of No-Cal soda and mega dose Vitamin C. She was early into Weight Watchers, going for weekly weigh-ins while Jean Nidetch was still giving the pep talks personally. When I was in elementary school, Mom realized I was chu

Dee and I are blessed with what feels like a comfortable retirement. We’re among the fortunate, two pensions, two social securities. We have some savings. If we are careful with how we tap our savings, we’re fine and there will be some sort of inheritance for Morri. Not everyone is so lucky. I feel good about our blessing, feel that I worked hard for it. I worked until I was 79, longer than most people, and I have the good fortune now to be free of the earning burden. I don’t