I recently stumbled upon a random “rest easy” postmortem on Facebook. A friend was mourning a gone-too-soon colleague and mentor,...

On my nightstand growing up, I kept a series of trophies that I hoped might serve as conversation pieces at sleepovers – a few from...

In the summer of 1989, a birthday party was thrown for my dad. But this wasn’t just any birthday party; the reverend was turning 40, so...

Over a recent trip to the Sjostrom homestead, I sequestered myself in a storage room with a few boxes of keepsakes that had accumulated...

“I’m sorry, but the person you are calling has a mailbox that has not been set up yet. Please try your call again later. Goodbye.” I sigh...

Let me tell you about the time I accidentally unveiled 75% of my bare butt to 100% of a capacity crowd at the Erb Park pool. The waning...

My wife is a teacher. Among many remarkable things her body can do (created two great boys, throws a decent spiral, etc.), it also senses...

It’s become a bit of a ritual at this point, and one that I will only watch from a safe distance: our family rents a woodsy cottage for a...

On a recent weekday morning while running through the routine where I transform from slovenly caveperson to preening dandy in eleven...