It’s already started.
I have this little nightmare that goes running through my head.
The quiet.
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.
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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.
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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…
It’s quiet. Almost too quiet.
The weather was balmy on Sunday and a breeze picked up a whiff of charcoal fire starter emanating from a nearby home.
I got to sing to my grandson today. And, curiously, he seemed to enjoy it.
So if the house was on fire and I had to grab one thing on my way out the door to save, what would it be?
I was exhausted and ready to flop into bed for the night, but first I had to build a towers of pillows.
When you reach a certain age, and I am not certain what that age is but it certainly arrives for everyone, you look back at your life and try …
Every time the Olympics come on, I say that I am not going to let myself get suckered into watching it every night and most of the day on weekends.
It is like the music is playing in my head.
As old as I get, I don’t think I will ever reach the point when my children don’t call for help and I get a sinking feeling inside of me.
Women live longer than men, because I think they make better decisions than men do.
I looked under the Christmas tree at the wrapped presents this week and realized I don’t even remember what is in the boxes anymore.
I bumped into a table in the foyer of our home this past week and I noticed it kind of wobbled.
We’re closing out another year, a time that makes me wonder what things are slowly disappearing from our world that maybe a generation from no…
Christmas trees used to be so easy for us.
At Christmastime, my mind turns to war.
I can still remember as a child that my parents were in a panic.