Lady with an Ermine
One of my favorite pieces of artwork has always been Leonardo da Vinci’s painting Lady with an Ermine. I’m not sure why I like it so much. Maybe it’s because…
Sleep and M: An Unhappy Friendship
I’ve never been a good sleeper. Even as a child, I don’t recall ever feeling well rested in the morning, and when people talk about “waking up,” I hardly know…
S.A.D.
Lots of people get depressed during the cold winter months—so many, in fact, that there’s a name for it: seasonal affective disorder, or SAD. Me? I’m the opposite. I thrive…
On “Spring” Cleaning
I was throwing out all my hoarded-up paper and assorted and sundry trash, trying to get myself organized, and vacuuming behind those tough-to-move pieces of furniture the other day when…
Living Life and Saving the World
Sometimes I feel like I’m not exactly living my life. Sure, I’m breathing, eating, moving—I am ALIVE. There’s no question there. But many days, when I stop to think about…
A Slave to My Stomach
Some days, it occurs to me that my entire life pretty much revolves around food. Now, before you sign me up for Overeaters Anonymous, let me clarify that, for the…
Everett De Morier is a Delaware writer on a mission
“If you want to be a writer, you must do two things above all others: read a lot and write a lot. There is no way around these two things…
Body Versus Mind
Sometimes I think my body is sabotaging me. I love to DO things—run, write, read, learn, cook, hang out with friends, and, of course work (mostly work). I may, in…
Is the Universe Evil or Does It Just Hate Me?
I live in a perpetual state of annoyedness (if that’s even a real word—I’m too annoyed right now to bother looking it up.) They always say don’t sweat the small…
The Missing Piece (Or, Why I Love to Shop)
I’m not a hoarder or a shopaholic. Before I go any further, I need to establish that right up front. I’m neither of those things, but I admit, I CAN…
In Defense of “Loneliness”
Why do people always assume that someone who’s alone a lot must be lonely? Take me, for example. I lead what most people would consider a lonely life. I spend…
In Praise of (Occasional) Excess
Anybody who knows me knows I love my routine. I do best when I can plan my day (and week, month, year, and—you know—entire life). At least once a year,…
The Mystery of Easter
I like to think that we live in a reasonably logical world, but every year at Easter time, I realize there’s almost no rhyme or reason when it comes to…
The Italian Hot Dog
I had my first Italian hot dog the other night, and I just have one question to ask: How drunk was the person who came up with THAT idea? I…
Just Let Me Be Me (Or, Benjamin Franklin Was Right)
Why do people always feel the need to tell you what you’re doing wrong? I mean, even when I’m doing well—taking care of my editing business, writing books, running most…