This morning I was sitting on a bench in park. You know, as one does. There was fog rising off the lake. Dew was glistening in the early...

I look for meaning in things. When I would play basketball as a kid, I had to make the last shot before I put the ball away. When the...

Sometimes I can be a bit cynical. Slogans and mantras are fine for other people, but I’ll just stick with being a Gen Xer and feel above...

“It’s happening.” That was the text I woke up to yesterday morning. It was from my sister, Valerie, and it was sent at four am. That’s a...