Back in the days of yore, when Facebook hadn't even been a twinkle in Zuck's eye, blogs ruled what existed of the Web. "...

She’s asleep in the next room, just like the old days. My daughter is curled up in a pile of blankets while I type away...

The hardest time of year in New England for me are the weeks before the weeks between winter and spring. Not quite time...

I may never know what I knew, or when I knew it.

In truth, I did have death on my mind. I don’t think this was a true...

On February 14, 2010, she left this world for the next. It’s 13 years later and I think I am only now really coming to t...

I sat this morning as the sun arose, drinking my coffee in the near silence of the morning. I had not yet drawn the curt...

Like many other blogs across the web, this blog automatically sends out links about new posts to various social media pl...

Posting regularly is an aspiration that I have noted more in its absence than its execution.

We do so much to try and...

It takes a firm twist to make the top of the pot come free. Once it starts to move, it turns smoothly in its groove unti...