As I tend to point out every year around this time, I'm not one for making steadfast New Year's resolutions. But, now that the bar of expectat…
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The temperature was hovering around single digits Sunday night when my family, and two other families we coordinated with, filed into the Clay…
As someone who has lived through many Christmases in houses packed with relatives, watching high expectations erode as a series of things go h…
A few days ago, the leader of the free world said, "Quiet piggy!" to a female reporter who was asking a legitimate question. I have some thoug…
It was crunch time. We were down by four points, with mere seconds left on the clock. I popped open at the top of the key, and the kid inbound…
I've recently emerged from three straight days of what I can only say feels like a fevered hallucination pertaining to youth sports.
In the early 2000s, there was a TV commercial in heavy rotation aimed at senior citizens for a greeting card service that would continue to se…
Last week, I mentioned going to the annual Bob Evans Farm Festival as a good way to kill a day fairly close to home. I then went down a rabbit…
If you've ever — in what I can only guess would be an incredibly bored state — assumed rural, agricultural-based fairs are not my thing, you'r…
I've done just about everything I can to filter conspiracy theories out of my social media feeds, the news media I consume and general convers…
