Readers of this column may remember that a few weeks back I wrote about our family’s ongoing scuffle over whether or not to buy an expensive pet pig. The battle lines had this...
So many things were so comically awful at the restaurant we chose for Saturday night dinner in Pittsburgh last weekend that the consensus among our foursome was to give it the award...
Having snapped when I should have buttoned my lip, I thought the next day of ways I could make amends, how I could patch things up, as it were.
I would...
I had meant to close off the kitchen exhaust vent so the wrens could not get inside.
About a month ago, while sitting in the living room at home, I was...
The Clearwater Beach Property Owners Association is a formidable organization. Unlike many homeowners groups, which tend to evaporate after their first few years, the...
When I was young, I loved to travel. Not the flying part of it, no, not that at all, just the idea of going to a new place. And, well, whatever it took to...
When Georgie wrote on her twin sister’s wedding poster last weekend that “a life without love is a life half-lived,” I asked who had said that, figuring the...
Earlier this month I was invited to travel from New London to New Orleans aboard the Coast Guard’s training ship Eagle. A story appears elsewhere in this issue about...
One of the benefits of the very, very mild winter just past is that outdoor chores that would be still hanging over my head are more or less done.
A...
