People comment about the music. All the time. They like the links. To songs. To bands. To lyrics. And more. They enjoy! Me too! No secret here music infuses my being and I find ways to insert it in my work and play and many things in between; that includes my writing.

This story comes from the Gaza strip in a refugee camp. A Palestinian barber, Ramadan Edwan, is using fire instead of a hair dryer to straighten his clients' hair.   Due to the lack of electricity, Ramadan turned to fire for his source of heat. He begins by pouring flammable powder and liquid on the customer's hair before setting it on fire with a lighter, according to my sources. Then he uses a pair of combs to style the hair through the flames until the look is set.   Crowds are forming every day to watch Ramadan. He's the talk of the camp.

As the final installment of my Juice Plus insert trilogy, today's subject is enhancing physical health and longevity.   In order to do so, try to get more of these three good things. 1. Sleep. Get at least seven hours of shut eye a tonight. Research shows people who sleep that much weigh less, get sick less often, have lower blood pressure, remember better, and even live longer than those who get less!  (I average nearly 8). 

They tracked me down. It was an email from an old high school friend forwarding information about the upcoming fiftieth reunion of my class at Brooklyn Technical High School.

Here we are. One twelfth of the way through 2017. Is it what you thought it would be? For me, it is very different.   I never thought it would be so good. Or so bad. Mostly kind of amazing. I have seen astonishing things come from our government, confused people doing surprising things and the greatest unification of people since the 60s. Yes, I was there for those exercises in democracy as well. I've learned about Third Wave networking. I realized I was living in paradise, surrounded by love, where anything is possible.  

  This past weekend we saw Manchester By The Sea. Perhaps because we had such high expectations, we were disappointed.

Costco. I have learned that it’s one of those places that either you love it or you hate it. My husband and I love it. Although, those that know us will, undoubtedly, say that no one loves Costco more than my husband. And they would be correct. In fact, when my husband met my college roommate for the first time they immediately bonded, not because they are both medical professions but, rather, through their love of Costco.  

Watching the news unfold this weekend with demonstrations at the NYC airports and blocks away from where my