I never thought it would bring tears to my eyes to see an electric company truck driving down 5th Street.  (Usually the only reason to

I was driving in the milky underworld of fog this week when I noticed the lights: globe lights, and head lights, lights atop lampposts behind

Every February when the grocery stores market wings and buffalo sauce, I sense the Super Bowl approaching. Unless the Green Bay Packers are in it,

“Why can’t they listen to me?!” I’m sure I often asked back when I was a teacher. (Parents, managers, and bosses likely all ask this

“I wonder if anyone actually reads all their wedding cards?” I said to Marnell on December 11. There was wrapping paper everywhere and clutter and