Hypocrite’s Almanac Archive

Dear Hypocrite, I know you’re not a therapist. I’ve been reading your column for six years and every time you answer a letter you restate that you do not have...

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Hello Park Slopers and others. How are you? Have you begun the annual winter slide into mild or severe (depending on your DNA) depression? I find that if I don’t...

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What!?!  Summer is over?  I just got around to shaving my legs!  Not that hairy legs stopped me from going to the local public pool.  Sorry about that.  Hope it...

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Hi. It’s me again. I hope you’re enjoying this relentless summer heat (I’m writing this before the heat comes, btw, just betting it’ll be relentless). Do you remember our winter?...

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Hey Park Sloper! What’s new? Thanks for all the letters responding to my column last issue. To answer your questions, yes, I do take the time to think about my...

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How are you? I’m just okay. Why just okay? Isn’t this the holiday season? Don’t I feel the warm coziness of brotherly/sisterly love, the glow of good will toward all,...

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I’ve been a little off lately. Like I have to jab a pencil in my thigh to stay alert. My dog is strangely mirroring my condition. I throw the ball...

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I’m a mother. I try to hide that fact from you because, well, it softens my edge as a hypocritical life coach. You want a certain amount of command from the person you get advice from whether you pay them or not.

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It’s spring. It’s time for my yearly column about renewal or rebirth. Time for my impassioned demand that we all support our farmers and attempt to grow something in our...

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Don’t get me wrong. There are some cute things about the holidays. I love babies in striped tights and dogs in Santa hats. I like how pretty the menorah looks...

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