The little wooden sled never went very fast But that never mattered   The first few trips down the gentle slope of the back yard Were te...

Recently, while reading the blog of one of my customers from Etsy, I realized something that I feel is very critical to describing who I am ...

Listening to the NY Times Book Review podcast yesterday and one of the guests was Joe Queenan who was discussing his habit of rereading book...

When it comes to starting or maintaining blogs, more than anything else, the one thing I I hear people say about starting one is, "I ju...

I was reading a post today about making wishes. . . It struck me as such a poignantly simple and beautiful thing to do. And one of those t...

Ted Althof. . . of Tarentum PA. . . a man I never met.  An angel none the less. It is strange to write about the loss of someone you never...

I knew it would happen. . . it was just a matter of time. Sun broke for the first time in four or five days. First thing in the morning a...