I just paid a few bucks shy of $3,000 for my long-term care insurance policy, a painful annual ritual that I haven’t managed to get used to, even after more than a decade.
Other folks may be playing tricks on each other for April Fool’s Day, but the date has more serious meaning for me. Long ago, my first day as a newsroom intern was April 1.
In my constant quest to keep learning, I just finished a community college course – my first time on a college campus since I taught journalism as an adjunct in the 1980s.
“Basic Baking Techniques” is what I thought I signed up for – but certainly not how I would describe what I learned.