You're Killing Me Smalls!

Thirty years. Where does the time go? It feels like just yesterday I was a wide-eyed college kid, perched in front of the TV, watching what ...

I hope you’ll forgive a detour from my usual posts. Today, I need to write about someone who was my faithful hiking companion, who loved to ...

Some memories carve themselves into your heart not because they are joyful or painful, but because they are both. May 2013 is a month I wil...

Unfortunately, I learned very early that every life has an end. My grandparents were killed in an automobile accide...

Every Easter, like clockwork, I buy Peeps. These neon-colored marshmallow bunnies and chicks go into the baskets cheerfully ...

There’s a particular kind of silence that follows heartbreak, not the cinematic kind with sad piano music and rain on the windowpane. I’m ta...