One hundred years ago, the United States entered the First World War. That same year, a sunburnt country boy from the cotton fields of eastern
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One hundred years ago, the United States entered the First World War. That same year, a sunburnt country boy from the cotton fields of eastern
From the start I wanted to be a pitcher. I wanted to stand tall on the summit of the baseball diamond–at the center of it
Warning: This column, which is about gratitude, runs the risk of sounding insufferable, or being like the Facebook posts of people who flaunt their vacation
This month’s “After Hours” is a companion piece to an essay I wrote for Change Seven, called, “The Unexpected Beauty of Alzheimer’s,” which was written
My family and I watch a lot of movies. Now, empty-nesters, Cheryl and I watch at least 3 movies every weekend. We catch a lot
On the evening of June 11, 2017 just a few minutes shy of midnight, with a bowl of stale pretzel fragments on my lap and