Modern Life

The other day, I met one of our family-friend, after the Covid-19 pandemic eased and we were discussing life during the pandemic. She… — Are the human needs for socializing changing? The other day, I met one of our family-friend, after the Covid-19 pandemic eased and we were discussing life during the pandemic. She admitted, though sheepishly, that life became very relaxed during those days as there were no guests to attend to at…

Recently, a book I read talked about how the critters who live in Richard Scarry’s “Busytown” don’t seem at all stressed out. — Recently, a book I read talked about how the critters who live in Richard Scarry’s “Busytown” don’t seem at all stressed out. My grandparents were certainly busy. …

(As an exercise, I, Jonah {not a real coach} wrote a response to myself, addressing some complaints and issues I have with dating. Mostly I… — (As an exercise, I, Jonah {not a real coach} wrote a response to myself, addressing some complaints and issues I have with dating. Mostly I don’t like dating apps.) I, Jonah Nemetz, a newly minted relationship coach, will respond to one of the many emails I get weekly from readers…

When I was on my way to meet Mr. Giten, I had my qualms. I pictured him as an old man who, after the introductory meet and greet, would… — When I was on my way to meet Mr. Giten, I had my qualms. I pictured him as an old man who, after the introductory meet and greet, would begin to complain about everything that can be complained about — his pension stuck since eternity, the pain in his joints…

Look at the man in the cluttered twenty-first century. His is a life of barely-accessible space; his children packed into schools with… — Look at the man in the cluttered twenty-first century. His is a life of barely-accessible space; his children packed into schools with thousands of other little saber-rattlers; his every financial transaction tracked with numbers; his every move reported in the news; his every sojourn recorded by GPS receivers and monitored…

The house shakes from the spin  cycle of our washing machine. I’m perched on the edge  of my chair like I’m not  staying long. — The house shakes from the spin cycle of our washing machine. I’m perched on the edge of my chair like I’m not staying long. The boys’ conversation drifts from the other room, back and forth, between bickering and camaraderie. I exhale. There’s tension in my shoulders from a day that…