I've just spent some of the waning minutes of 2011 watching people celebrating an event that hasn't occurred on the East Coast of th...

If you look back a day or two, you'll hear the tale of my being the editor of the SPIRIT magazine at West Virginia University in the spr...

I've been thinking a lot about my father this Christmastide. I'm not sure why. Maybe, just maybe, even though my ideas about death a...

We live in the "Historic District" of Cheshire. Our house was built in 1851 and is somewhere in the middle of dates of houses on o...

Thanksgiving, after I almost cut my finger off, I was up in my little office and happened across what is probably the only existing copy of...

I haven't blogged for a long time, I know. My fingers have failed me. A Thanksgiving accident resulted in 13 stitches in my right index ...

That's what "touch typing" looks like when your right index finger is in a splint. The letters you can't touch type are j,...