Why Zebras Don’t Get Ulcers

Over the summer of 2003, which ranks overall as the third-worst summer of my life, there was a lone, shining bright spot: Kim, a wine-guzzling cougar who doubled as my Biopsychology professor and moonlighted as a regular bar patron at my tavern.

The text of choice for her class: a book called “Why Zebras Don’t Get Ulcers,” an entertaining script that analyzed in humorous yet comprehensive clarity the relationship between stress, inflammation and mental health. Continue reading

2013: Looking Ahead, Pretty Scared


It’s January 3, which by now means over 65% of you are seriously neglecting your New Year’s Resolutions. Slackers.

I’ve never been much for goal-setting. Probably how I originally went to college for Broadcasting, ended up with a Psychology degree (after attending four different schools!), and had a career that’s careened from telemarketing to information technology to operations management to publishing to advertising. I’ve started two companies that have failed. I live paycheck-to-paycheck. I ran my last 5K about as fast as most people can walk one, but I’ve also finished three half-marathons and about a dozen other races that stretch longer than 10K.

New Year’s Resolutions? I don’t even know what I’m going to do tomorrow. For breakfast. I’m as consistent as a toddler at an archery range.

But it is 2013, and I’m done not resolving, because I’m 30 years old, and my lungs are pretty much a mess and my parents are wondering when I’m going to have grandkids and I’m pretty sure all those deep-seeded dreams I entertained when I was youthful and foolish have been forgotten in a haze of cynicism and delirium.

But I’ve got a spare 20 minutes, and here’s what I’m going to set out to do this year. Continue reading