Are sugarplums dancing in your head? I think they’ve been rocking it so hard in mine that they’ve knocked over a few vital components in there. Everybody has those holiday visions - whether sugarplums are dancing or nutcrackers and mice are involved in a ballet. That’s another article, but suffice it to say I think someone spiked Clara’s eggnog before she went to sleep. Me? Christmas conjures for me endless strings of Christmas lights which are tangled beyond the point of return, and trips to...

I’ve coughed so many times this morning my lungs are asking for more overtime compensation, and I think I heard the right one whispering about severance pay. But I know one thing; I feel better than I did 29 years ago today. That was Mattianne’s due date.  Back then, that meant absolutely nothing. A doctor circled a date on a calendar which meant he was guessing when the thing was conceived and when the kid would arrive based on - I don’t know, stuff like science and everything. I mean, we...

“Restaurants near me.” It’s what I’m texting in the search bar when everyone else in the car is looking at the fall foliage or counting cows. I look for the mom-and-pop restaurants you can’t get at home.  But the near-me part of “restaurants near me” is pretty relative. The good ones aren’t going to be right off the interstate exit. In fact, the contestants in the “counting cows” game are about to boost their scores.  There are levels of good when it comes to the non-chain eateries. You’ve...