Darryle Pollack | I never signed up for this...
confessions of a cluttered mind
Not only do I have a sister who’s a personal trainer and a brother-in-law who bikes across entire states— I also live with a husband who runs gazillions of miles a week, whose family business is fitness. Life can be SO unfair. I definitely never signed up for this one. Personally I don’t need to sweat [...]
I love when either one of my kids is in town. But something else comes with the territory whenever they come home. They morph into the kitchen police. Alli walks in the door and immediately checks the expiration date stamped on every item in the refrigerator. As if I’m planning to poison her. (Okay, I admit she’s [...]
Due to my family history, I’ve always joked about getting Alzheimer’s. My husband V—who has a vested interest in keeping my brain from deteriorating–was hoping my blog would benefit me by keeping my memory sharper. Today he told me he’s dismayed that since I started blogging, I seem to be getting not better, but worse. [...]
Awhile back I bitched blogged about how family obligations prevented me from attending a historic reunion of television pioneers from WTVJ Miami. I was really disappointed to miss this event—to miss seeing people who were such an important part of my past. And in the end….I figured out a way to get there after all. OK, so [...]
I always tell people that Peppy is a REALLY unusual cat. I’m not sure they believe me. After this I think they will. Daniel and I picked her out specially because we thought she was the meekest kitten in the shelter. We never used the word “meek” again; she dominated our adult male cat from day [...]
Most of us inherit some psychological “baggage” from our parents. The stuff we carry around for a lifetime which makes us who we are; the stuff we try to unload or understand at some point if we’re lucky. When we become parents, we continue the cycle, loading baggage onto our own kids, the stuff that will [...]
Dear Darryle: For years and years I have sat quietly on your desk. I have allowed you to surround me with a huge array of objects, from candy wrappers to half-empty coffee cups. Even though at times you have spilled some of that coffee right on my keyboard. And despite that time you spilled granola and I temporarily [...]
Now that I’m back home, I figured I’d give myself a fresh start, and do something I should have a done a long, long time ago. Although my office looks—and is—completely disorganized, I pride myself on being able to immediately find something I need. But my powers of detection would be severely tested if I [...]
My diagnosis of breast cancer increased the risk factor for my sister Carla. Fortunately she’s had no problems. But now the tables are turned. Carla got married and had children way before I did; and she has identical twin granddaughters–which puts me at much higher risk for developing a newly identified medical syndrome called : [...]
So there we are, my two children, my ex-husband, and his side of the family. All adults ranging in age from 20 to 70. Dinner is over, I am paying no attention to the conversation at the far end of the table when I see my nephew approaching with a bathroom scale. I have no [...]
After becoming a writer, artist, TV journalist, mother and breast cancer survivor----I realize nothing turns out the way we expect. So I blog about handling the big and little things — with humor, humanity, and hope.
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