The notes in my phone are real and not the fabrication of a twisted mind—for the most...
The View
I was eight years old and in the third grade when, on November 22, 1963, President John...
Once upon a day so cheerywhile I spoke with friends held dearlyo’er libations cold and beerypond’ring strange...
Nothing is permanent.Bad times and good times are the same in that they both pass away.Gratitude is...
My car was on the fritz a few weeks ago and I couldn’t find a rental, so...
As promised in my last column (“Notes in My Phone: Part One”), I now present “Notes in...
Whistleblower: a person who exposes secretive information or activity that is deemed illegal, unethical, or not correct… The...
Why in the world would we expect September to be more temperate than August? Maybe since Labor...
A few days ago, someone called me out on something. It upset me so much that when...
It’s cliché to write about New Year’s resolutions this time of year. So I will. I posed...
I was going to leave this subject alone for a while. Enough’s enough, right? Evidently not, for...