We pulled out the good sterling flatware for dinner the other night. Not because we were celebrating or anything. Because all the other silverware was still hidden away in a packing box somewhere. Read the full story
Last week was really busy and, well, I wound up missing out on Halloween. Read the full story
After reading through the 474 stories submitted in this year’s Ghostwriters contest, I have a pretty good idea of what kids today are scared of. Read the full story
It’s cold and flu season, and I have questions. Read the full story
Last week was really busy and, well, I wound up missing out on Halloween.
After reading through the 474 stories submitted in this year’s Ghostwriters contest, I have a pretty good idea of what kids today are scared of.
It’s cold and flu season, and I have questions.
Shaun Hamill’s debut novel, “A Cosmology of Monsters,” is about a family that struggles with sickness, loss, finances, communication — all sorts of metaphorical monsters in the room. But this family is also haunted by real monsters.
“When you’re trying to do deep thinking work, it’s nearly impossible to maintain a cogent train of thought when you’re getting bombarded with interruptions.” — Forbes magazine
It has come to my attention that there are people in this world who hate mayonnaise.
Sean Dietrich is in some ways a man out of time.
Doodles were in the news this week. Not the things you scribble on the side of a notepad during a boring lecture. Not the Google doodles, those special occasions when Google changes up its logo. No, we’re talking about doggie doodles.
I am in the midst of decluttering the house. When I started several weeks ago, I carefully sorted the clutter:
Since there’s a big ol’ story about Ken Burns’ new “Country Music” PBS series on this page over there to my left (your right), I thought maybe we could play a game of country music trivia. Here are 10 questions, with answers at the bottom.
Last week, I was talking with a friend about something that had been put together in a slapdash fashion, and I opened my mouth to say the word “jury-rigged,” but then I panicked and thought maybe that wasn’t right so I said “jerry-rigged” instead.
The son is leaving for his first year of college, and I spent his last week at home making his favorite foods. Parmesan-garlic chicken with penne pasta. Homemade meatballs. Pancakes. Bacon. A different kind of ice cream every day. (Oh wait, the ice cream was for me.)
Most every afternoon at work, I tuck a dollar and a quarter in my pocket and head downstairs to the break room to get a $1.25 pack of peanut M&Ms out of the vending machine.
It’s Monday afternoon, a little more than a week before the show opens. On a rehearsal stage at Jacksonville State University, two actors are moving slowly and methodically through a fight scene.
When I look back over my long history as a homeowner, sometimes all I can see is a string of broken relationships.
Barbie turns 60 this year, which is causing a certain amount of hoopla.
The other day I had to look up how to spell “hip-hop.” Not the “hip” or the “hop” parts. I could handle those, thank you very much. But was there a space or a hyphen in the middle?
Jumpin’ juniper! It’s the last day of June already! I thought this month would never end.
Back when spring was new, I kept hearing a strange tapping, tapping outside my bedroom window. It sounded like a woodpecker pecking on the side of the house, except that we have vinyl siding.
I do love me some ice cream, but I have some concerns.
I try hard not to hate anybody or anything, but I am having some very unkind thoughts about housework.
They’re cold-blooded. They have fangs. They have eight legs and as many as eight eyes. What’s not to love?
The ground has also gifted me some mysterious and wondrous objects.
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