By Chris Cowbrough, Publisher
By Julie Crist, L. Ac.
Depending on whom you ask, about 55 million Americans do not have health insurance. The medical industry that kills 800,000 Americans every year--our leading cause of death--and gouges the rest of us, wants to make sure that you are suitably terrified of not having âhealth insurance,â because if everybody caught on to the scam, it would put an end to their fountain of money.
My editorial offering this week might be a tad TMI for some readers, and thatâs okay. Sometimes, in order to illustrate a point, you have to go there. No, Iâm not about to describe the dirty details of deadline day here at the Statesman. You can unplug your dogâs ears and pull up the blinds on the windows.
Iâm going to talk about being a teenager. Remember that? Iâm sure most of you do, even if youâve built enough walls around said memories to make Freud blanch with trepidation. Maybe youâre a teenager reading this right now, and if you are, kudos, because this column is for you.
When I was in my teens, I was whole-heartedly predisposed to the notion that I had been born in the wrong time. Surely, I belonged in the days of Dorothy Parker and her intellect tank gathered at the Algonquin Round Table!
It never fails does it? With all the hustle and bustle of the holiÂŹdays, the parties, the shopping, the get-togethers with friends and families, some form of pestilence isnât far behind. It lurks in every hug, kiss and handshake, like an insidious in-law who deÂŹcides to drop in unannounced for the season.
Yes, you are a sneaky little virus, Common Cold. And just like a manipulative in-law, you are just annoying enough so that youâre unable to slap a restraining order on.
I think we have a tendency to treat old people like old dogs. Maybe we treat the old dogs better. At least they get fawned over and tossed a bone now and then (or in the case of my 13-year-old black lab, I have a coworker who occasionally brings her a small cup of plain Froyo and another who throws her more than one biscuit).
True or falseâLance Armstrong?
Since Lance Legend won his first Tour de France title back in 1999, there has been more than a little debate about whether or not those fetes of endurance and athletic prowess should be viewed from the yellow jersey of disingenuous derision.
In short, has Lance Icon been lying like another politician during election season?
Digestive Diseases Spike
How are your guts?
Since 1996, inflammatory bowel diseases are up 40 percent. This can include Irritable Bowel Syndrome, Spastic Colon, ColiÂtis, chronic constipation and indigestion, gas, bloating, leaky gut, âtouchy stomachâ, or almost any sort of digestive problem you can imagine.
I see lots of people with digestive problems in my office. In fact, I would say almost no one comes in and says, âMy digestion is fantastic! I have daily bowel movements, no gas or bloating, and never any indigestion, nausea, or heartburn.â
When memorializing someone the memory is anything but objective. Time goes by, other people experienced the same event or person differently, and you do your best to leave the past where it is and continue toward the next horizon.
A column about maternity? From the lady that ovulates gravel? Yep. Maybe itâs because my uterus starts singing America the Beautiful every time I hear of a friend or acquaintance that has decided to enhance their family unit through adoption (kudos to the traditional fallopian pathway, but there are plenty of children all over the world that need a family to love).