This morning I read an interesting Bloomberg article entitled “Twelve Rules for Life” by Megan McArdle. I was surprised to ...

My writing teacher loved you. Well, especially: “M&M faced ragsters jumbling pell-mell into a faded pink station wagon at dawn.” ...

Rafters loom large between rusty nails. A small raccoon peers out diamond at roof’s gable. Ladder, missing rungs of course, ...

Is there ever a good mourning? Recently my mother passed away followed the next month by my mother-in-law. Two very ...

A thick, deliciously dense and ferny woods beckoned behind our house when I was young. This other world presented itself ...

I’ve been thinking quite a bit about a poem written over one hundred years ago by the poet T.S. Eliot, ...

I have a preference for poetry and short stories over novels and non-fiction.  I read a story a day, and ...

Three of us stood under trees at the end of a long crumbling asphalt driveway joking and talking about the ...

In the 80’s a fellow teacher and I put together a multi-disciplinary unit based on Hot Zone, a book by ...

It’s been said that each generation has its own worldly burdens to bear and finding the entire world grinding to ...

Captain Stewart, shame on you! Your greed in selling that salt and those shingles made you venture out, short handed, ...

“Up North” is a land of wizened souls and the courageous .  My people tell tales of great migrations: Indians ...