When Crafting Goes Off the Rails
Hedgehog, erotic fiction, or both?
Hedgehog, erotic fiction, or both?
My mom asked if I would write dad's obituary. It was one way I could help her from (exactly) 1,000 miles away, while I was waiting to travel to Tennessee…
I'm old enough to have been around for the buildup to the bicentennial celebration in '76. My imperfect memory is that people and organizations from various corners of our culture…
Random thoughts and observations from the past few weeks: My dad passed away June 8. The same day, I started a new job. Life around that time was messy, to…
Last year, Jill and I attended a Breakthrough T1D event where I got carried away bidding on one of the auction items, a trip to Portland, Maine on a private…
This lovable goofball joined the family eight years ago. Half Old English Sheepdog and half Irish Wolfhound, he was a giant presence around the house, a gentle herder of people,…
Could spring be around the corner? A hike to the beach at Au Sable Point revealed the first signs of ice melting.
Jill and I were back in New Orleans last week for Breakthrough T1D's One Conference. The word I carried home from the conference is audacity. It takes audacity to have…
Best Day Ever was one of the films screened at the Banff Film Festival road show in Lake Placid last Saturday. When the host introduced it he said, this one…
One of Jill's and my regular summer stops is Sullivan Park in Peru. The park hosts a superb community market one Sunday a month, and we make a point to…