A writer’s preference
A pen and paper person who prefers to write rather than type journal entries on a device, I’ve filled a bookshelf with notebooks of various sizes.
A pen and paper person who prefers to write rather than type journal entries on a device, I’ve filled a bookshelf with notebooks of various sizes.
Regular readers of my column over the years know that I love baseball. Our national pastime has been one of my faves since childhood.
On this overcast, Saturday morning, August 1, 2026, leaves July behind. Summer rolls on full speed ahead.
Let’s take another little stroll down memory lane. Do you remember the name “Our Native?” Me neither. Hint: racehorse. How about Scott McLaughlin? Hint: auto racing. Wang Shun? Hint: Olympics.
On this gorgeous, July morning under an aquamarine sky, I drive west on Seymour Lake Road through downtown Oxford toward Cook's Farm Dairy.
In a recent column celebrating America’s 250th birthday, I talked about the U.S. Constitution, our charter of freedom establishing the federal government.
Back in April I wrote about my dislike for exotic vegetables, specifically, kohlrabi. I wrote how my mom liked to grow various odd vegetables, which she included on everyone’s plate in the month of July without asking the kids' opinions.
A shroud of smoke from Canadian wildfires hovers over my neighborhood as I write this 600th column for the Tri-City Times Newspaper.
If you have been pretty hot these last few weeks – raise your hand! The heat can be brutal.
Sometimes I sit around and simply ponder. Do you? I wonder “how did that happen?” or “how did they do that?”