Saturday, October 31, 2020

I am running with a bad crowd. Somewhere there is a bookish gathering of nerdy, sedentary types missing me terribly.

I was in my house on a quiet Friday night when a dead-ringer for Larry the Cable Guy of stand-up comedy fame came roaring...

I give the worst parties. Seriously. I have no idea why people keep coming to my house. I tend to issue invitations that request...

Apparently, a 50-percent divorce rate isn't high enough for the cellular telephone industry. No, they've given otherwise loving couples yet one more thing to squabble over: shared minutes.

Ours is a lovely old farmhouse. Sturdy, solid and square.

I understand now, with perfect clarity, why some 30-something women persist in sporting mini-skirts that are far too young for them (or their thighs) and men of the same age endlessly relive their teenage athletic exploits.

Recently I wrote a series of columns detailing our upstairs bathroom renovation. It was a long and painful process (the bathroom — not the...
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In her column this week, Kym Seabolt gets to the bottom of the strange aches and pains she sometimes wakes with after sleeping funny.

It is often said that every boy should have a dog. That does sound nice. What I truly believe, however, is that every boy...

When my children were younger I would, quite frankly, roll my eyes at the older people who would say as if imparting the sagest of wisdom "enjoy them now, they'll be grown in the blink of an eye.