Imagine it as the headline on the newspaper (if people still read them) or plastered across your Tiktok, Instagram, Facebook or Twitter (X damnit!) feed. Soccer moms! The often forgotten chauffeurs to legions of youngsters who chase a ball incessantl...

Playing with language is one of my favorite things to do. We capture our experiences in words. Or perhaps evaluate or maybe even create through these sound and character accumulations. Our minds get a different picture or experience depending on the...

It was literally freezing cold this morning at 6:45 when I went out for my run. My knee was aching a it and that one hill on my loop is a monster! The cold air burns a bit more in my lungs as my legs churn slowly up the incline. Whenever I talk about...

During my youth, I had the unique opportunity to visit the Statue of Liberty with my Boy Scout troop. At that time, a group of us decided to brave the ascent to the crown, a journey requiring us to conquer a long, ancient spiral staircase. I’ve seen...

I’m passionate about languages! They’re an agreement that we use to express ourselves to other people. They can stir emotions and ignite contemplation. In our daily lives, it’s easy to overlook the fact that many of the words we casually use have bee...

My mother is an extraordinary cook. Her culinary creations are celebrated by both family and friends. Her cookies are legendary, her macaroni and cheese is simply sensational, and I’ve been told her apple pie is second to none. I don’t like apple pie...

In a nation that’s fervently obsessed with sports, where stadiums are revered and athletes command colossal salaries, we’re often reminded of our deep-rooted passion for competition. Championships and winning seasons are celebrated with grandeur, sho...

Given the choice, would you prefer to be involved in a train wreck or a car wreck? It’s a question I’ve posed to friends and acquaintances, and the responses vary. However, more often than not, someone will respond with, “I don’t want either.” In my...

Nobody welcomes failure with open arms. It often feels like that “not-so-attractive” girl who’s had a crush on you since second grade. Imagine you’re at the school dance, and she’s the only one who asks you for a slow dance. What would you do? Reject...

It’s easy to get fed up with the “same old, same old.” The monotony of repetitive activities can eat away at you. Until access to the tried and true is no longer available. Lamenting that which you have is probably not the best strategy for fulfillme...