Some mornings, I wake up wishing someone would stop the Earth so I can get off. This Father’s Day morning is one of them. This year, I’m the same age my dad was when he died. He passed three months and 12 days before he turned fifty-six on Christmas Day. He always joked about how he was “ripped off” by having to share his birthday with Christmas.

I’ve known for a while that diabetes was always a few steps behind lurking in the background.

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Daily writing prompt Tell us about your favorite pair of shoes, and where they’ve taken you. View all responses When I saw these green Crocs, they had to be mine. I bought them when I wanted to look different from everyone else. It was a time when I was feeling tired, resentful, and disillusioned. The downside of getting older. Those who get it know sometimes buying a new pair of shoes can be therapeutic.

Around this time of year, diets lose steam as old habits die hard. Once that person brings donuts into the office again all bets are off. But I get it. I’m not on a diet to lose weight, but I’ve ha…

Here we go again! It’s that time of year when “being merry” fades into another tiresome weight loss resolution. The diet industry once more pushes the promise of losing weight and keeping it off. I…