As neighborhood taverns go the Literary Café in Cleveland’s Tremont neighborhood has long been one of my favorites. It has a regular cast o...

Spent Memorial Day at my sister's farm - Here's a pic that she took of my son Frank that just defines bucolic. The tall blond is St...

Okay, I signed up for a trio of triathlons this year (with a fourth in Connecticut possible depending on what funds look like at the end of...

Putting all the hills at the end was absolutely diabolical. So I survived my first half marathon. Not only did I survive – but I crossed the...

Spent yesterday at Berkshire High working with 9th graders on personal narrative – the day before I videoed the same exercise for an online ...

30,000 feet above Illinois the clouds below look like something a couple of bad dogs might have rend from a couch’s cushion – puffs of stuff...

The woman next door is walking down her drive wearing flannel red and black checked pj bottoms and a big grey t-shirt to pick up the Sunday ...

A couple more days and we’ll be in the month of May. May has always seemed to be an invisible month for me – the adjunct to a song about Ap...

I have recently begun eating my words Boiled they slide from the page like a pat of butter Across the bottom of a heated sauté pan But their...

This is our foo dog Suzi – she is a Papillion. Supposedly Mari Antoinette carried one of these bat eared fuzz balls to the guillotine with h...