Author Harlan Ellison once dropped me a postcard remarking that my mind “works like a demented cuckoo clock.”
I'm seldom late to supper, but I am sometimes late to a topic.
According to NBC News, we are in the early stages of mood forecasting technology that could help stop bad moods even before they strike.
Valentine’s Day is a time for exchanging sweet nothings and terms of endearment. It is an occasion for sharing candlelit meals and opening romantic gifts. It is an opportunity for igniting new sparks or basking in the warmth of comfortable, memory-filled long-term relationships.
Although my family recently watched the 1943 “Lassie, Come Home” on TV, we haven’t seen the “in theaters now!” movie “A Dog’s Way Home” yet.
It’s time to brush up on your knowledge of speakeasies, bathtub gin, demon rum, homebrew, bootlegging and other icons of the Roaring Twenties.
I knew it wasn’t just me!
1968 was a year desperately in need of a Merry Christmas.
Does your workplace have a tradition of employees giving a Christmas gift (er, holiday gift ... um, scrupulously secular seasonal transfer of goods) to the boss?
Did you realize that November 24 marks the 100th birthday of the venerable (and still-published) comic strip “Gasoline Alley?”
My son Gideon will not be trick-or-treating this year.
Maybe I shouldn’t share something so personal with the world, but…my love affair with books continues unabated.
I’m not a doctor. I don’t even play one in newspapers. (So, relax, Rex Morgan, M.D. But look out, big-nosed kid who likes to fly his Sopwith Camel in search of the Red Baron. You’ve got competition.)
As a college freshman in the fall of 1978, I spent countless evenings camped near the TV in the dorm lobby.
Like many kids, I had a dalliance with washable temporary tattoos.
I have browsed umpteen garage and yard sales over the years and used to help my mother display her collectibles in her neighborhood’s miles-long event. But I did not realize that Saturday, Aug. 11, is this year’s National Garage Sale Day until I read it via “U.S. News & World Report.”
Nonverbal cues ain’t what they used to be.
As a responsible pet owner, I’m usually exasperated by the human race at this point every summer.
I’m looking forward to another professionally orchestrated fireworks display at our municipal recreation center this Independence Day, but nothing can quite match my childhood memories of backyard fireworks extravaganzas with barely any adult supervision.
According to the Washington Post, at some universities, nearly 50 percent of first-year students have already screened and selected a roommate before moving into a dorm.
According to NBC News, the majority of the Washington, D.C. council as well as the mayor and the “Washington Post” are pushing a bill that would make the District of Columbia the first place in the nation to allow people as young as 16 to vote in federal elections (including presidential races).
In my 19 years of working for a farmers cooperative, I’ve seen all types of farmers and ranchers.
It’s a dreaded holiday tradition.
It’s beginning to look a lot like debt collectors, everywhere you go…
My son Gideon’s former elementary school awarded (and still awards) a weekly “good citizen” award to a student who does an outstanding job with teamwork, politeness, kindness, etc.