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These are the moments that define us. We’re all doing the best we can navigating our way through this new normal of “shelter-at-home.” It’s an uncertain time, and that can be pretty nerve... Full story

I love lists. I especially love lists when accompanied by color-coded sticky notes. Sometimes, however, even the best-laid plans complete with lists and sticky notes can fall apart. That point was...

I never really agreed with the whole “marriage is 50-50” thing. Thinking about it, I probably thought it meant that a marriage is an equal partnership, hence the 50-50. But something just...

Hello, 2020. You snuck up on me. I knew you were on the way; but I still haven’t decorated for Christmas yet, and here you are, nipping at my heels. I haven’t processed 2019, and here I sit on...

I have about a million wishes for this holiday season. Big ones and small ones. As I watch Christmas movies filled with sugar plum fairies and dancing snowflakes, I wish I didn’t fail out of ballet...

I’m glad I grew up in a time before social media. A lot of my “stupid people tricks” happened outside the scope of cell phones or easy-access cameras. While these stunts may be remembered by...

Dictionary.com defines a ‘dork’ as: a silly, out-of-touch person who tends to look odd or behave ridiculously around others; a social misfit. If we’re truthful, we’ve all probably fallen into...

Some things just don’t make sense. Oysters, for example. I can’t imagine who might have cracked open one of those “delicacies” and thought eating it was a good idea. I suppose we could say...

Recently, I had the distinct privilege to officiate the celebration of life service for Richard Allen Trask, who was 99 and some when he died. As I listened to the stories shared by his son and daught...

It was a bad pain day. My usual “peopley” self was amped down a couple of notches. We had parked close to the front of a grocery store, and I made my way from the jeep to the door, wincing with...

“Family is everything.” Simple. Profound. Recently, I attended the celebration of life service for a man I didn’t know. Like many others, I felt as if I did “know” him because of his presenc...

There is a lot of ugliness in the world right now. It would be easy to blame social media, the times we live in, political unrest, and a host of other things. And as these things go, people have laid...

Sometimes, we get weary. We all have those people that we can turn to (or run to depending on the situation) when the day-to-day grind overwhelms us. But, what do we do when one of those voices is...

The Dad came up in conversation this past week, again. Since he daily dances through my mind, it isn’t a big leap to find him in a conversation. This time, it wasn’t because of a funny Dad story;...

I had a serious flashback a few days ago. I’m not sure how Facebook “knows” things, but Bob Dylan’s song, “The Times They Are a Changin’,” (1964) popped up on my timeline. Maybe it’s...

So long, 2018. You were a tough one, taking The Dad from this world to the next. While there were many lovely things that happened throughout the year, that one event has changed me. Permanently. I...

I have a date with a nearly 5-year-old kiddo, my nephew Gavin. We are kicking off the holiday by watching “Elf” on the big screen. Rounding out this group of elf-watchers is Gavin’s mom, and...

Like most of the rest of the world, I was horrified when a man entered the Tree of Life Synagogue in Pittsburgh, shot and killed 11 people and wounded others. Squirrel Hill is labeled as one of the... Full story

Sometimes, you just need to see the world through the eyes of a 4-year-old. Recently, we met up with my 4-year-old nephew, Gavin, and his Nana Della for dinner. While we waited to be seated, we...

I have a love/hate relationship with mosquitoes. They love me (apparently, I’m delicious) and I hate them. Weather allowing, we begin each day at Head Acres on the front stoop, coffee in hand,...

My 4-year-old nephew Gavin picked out my toenail polish. I’m sporting a rather shocking, glaring pink polish. I’ve told people not to look directly at my toes, because they’ll go blind from the...

Onion rings did me in. Sitting in a local eatery, I skimmed over onion rings on the menu, and flashed to my dad. Cue the waterworks. I am not sure which was more difficult, trying to keep the tears...

Playing in the dirt is good for the soul. The past several days have been a blur of activity at Head Acres. We have pulled weeds, dodged some nasty looking bugs, and ran screaming from some pretty...

The silence is deafening. We lost my dad, Tom Dobson, on April 11. He was 80 years old, and filled with the same impish spirit that day, just like he was for his entire time on earth. He was ready. We...

Worry is a beast. I grapple with the monster daily. I sweat the small stuff. The medium stuff. The big stuff. If there were a way to cram more in the cracks between the small, medium and big stuff,...