At work, I park near a vacant lot that is littered with debris, trees and the occasional burst of color.
Last week, I noticed that in addition to dozens of chaotic and prolific small yellow flow…
It doesn’t really matter where I was 20 years ago Saturday, because I wasn’t in the Twin Towers or the Pentagon or flying over Pennsylvania.
But any American old enough to remember that day, rem…
Last week, I had the pleasure of sitting down with Brian D. Rucker of Milton who knows everything – and I mean everything – about the history of this area and, really, the entire Panhandle. It was fa…
I hope to be much older still before I’m done, but I have already lived long enough to hold several worlds in my hands.
First, there was my childhood, where we played outside, slapped at mosquito…
Like many of us, I had packed away most of my masks, stopped dousing myself in hand sanitizer and savored the freedom of being vaccinated. I had hoped that the worst of the pandemic was behind us.
Growing up in what is now a bursting-at-the-seams Chicago suburb, I lived next door to a cottage without indoor plumbing.
The cottage had been the goat shed of the homestead in our rural area an…
Instead of being angry and frustrated that the COVID world is once again closing in on us, I’m focusing on those months when I wasn’t worried every time I coughed.
I am one of the 70% of American…
On Saturdays, you will usually find me in the pool, swimming, hanging out or teaching someone else’s child to swim. It’s become a passion of mine, and not just because I have written too many stories…
Once in a while, I remember to play.
What came so naturally to us as children is less obvious to our aging adult bodies and sensibilities. We have been conditioned to focus on dignity, task compl…
There are people in this world – I am not one of them – who have that rare ability to make other people happy just by their nature.
That’s not to say that the rest of us don’t bring joy, comfort…
