In the days of knighthood, you earned your honor and the gratitude of the community, if not the affections of the princess, by vanquishing the… OPINIONScott Free: How we slay our dragons in the 21st century
We just had a house full of people for a belated Christmas get-together last weekend, and I am still scratching my head about why this whole t… OPINIONWelcome, guests, to the great party illusion
I have watched enough conspiracy shows to know when something is fishy. OPINIONThe great 2023 Christmas decoration conspiracy
I was captivated by my granddaughter, age 3, as she gazed into a snow globe at a recent family Christmas party. OPINIONThe simple beauty of Christmas has returned
“I love gift cards. I love them not. I love gift cards. I love them not.” OPINIONGift cards -- the token gestures I love to hate
We all live life in an illusion, thinking that maybe, just maybe, we’re superhuman or have some sort of latent powers of immortality. OPINIONWhen a rock legend dies, a piece of all of us does, too
For the first time in our marriage, shopping for a Christmas tree was a solitary affair. OPINIONFrom the darkness, you sometimes find the most light
There are some moments so precious, so divine, that you don’t think you will ever forget them.
As I dumped another load of leaves in the massive pile by the street, I inhaled deeply the aroma of my youth.
An old friend sitting next to me, his arm in a sling, started explaining the story behind his mishap.
Nancy and I have a simmering disagreement going on in the background.
I have had this dream a few times each year for as long as I can remember. It’s more of a nightmare, but a harmless one.
My wife remembers this story better than I do, but sometime about the time I proposed to her she vividly remembers me admonishing her that a l…
It’s already started.
I have this little nightmare that goes running through my head.
This is one of those columns that is going to get me in trouble.
I was reaching into the bin at the road-side farm stand, doing one of my favorite things this time of year, picking up sweet corn.
Once upon a time, when our kids were little, going up north truly meant an escape from reality.
I left for work in the morning and my wife had this parting message to send me on my way.
I have dog hair on my pants again. Take that as a sign.
We have five benches in our yard, just waiting – no, begging – for someone to sit in them.
I had spent a few hours in the basement with the plumber who was using a Roto-Rooter to clean the roots out of our sewage pipes.
There are, apparently, two kinds of Petersons in this world. Those who love to swim and those who merely tolerate it.
They say you can never go back, but a week or so ago we did.
When you own a home, you always have to be prepared for a little Charles Dickens.
The Petersons are having a peanut-butter crisis.
I was reading an article recently listing all the things that millennials don’t want to inherit from their baby-boomer parents.
This is the time of year when everyone gets spring fever.
My wife asked me a few months ago why I always leave the doors open after I am in the cupboards.
It was like a bird singing in the distance.
I am not sure what we’re waiting for, but we have a lot of things sitting around this house as if we’re waiting for buggy whips to come back i…
There are a lot of reasons why I am glad I don’t live in the warmer climates.
We’ve all seen “Home Alone” countless times, but one of my favorite scenes is not the cartoon-like antics when Kevin is single-handedly thwart…
We live in a world that seems to worship technology, but technology only seems to come up with inventions and then tries to see if there are a…
Time is a mystery to me.
Someday, when retirement arrives, I imagine that I will have all this time for projects, that I will while away my winter years puttering arou…