It’s that time of year, when the French-fried onions, jellied cranberries and Stovetop stuffing spill out of the regular aisles onto the end caps and center displays at the grocery store.
I know it’s all leading up to Thanksgiving, but when I’m at the store, I prefer to think of it as stuffing season.
Note: This piece was originally posted on Nov. 2, the day before the presidential election. When the host of a local radio talk show comes across something in the news that makes him scratch his head and wonder what on earth is happening to humanity, he refers to it as …
I haven’t mentioned a word of this here or anywhere else, but Randy and I have been doing another round of the Whole30 this month. It’s our fourth go-round with this eating plan, and it’s been the most pleasant so far, at least for me. I think I’ve finally figured …
When we first met our daughter Lilly, in a hotel room somewhere in the middle of China, one of the things that fascinated me the most was the way she moved her hands. She didn’t use a pacifier; instead, she sucked the third and fourth fingers on her left hand. …
I didn’t intend for 2020 to become the Year of Trying Things I’ve Always Been Afraid to Try Before. But apparently, it has become just that. (Among other things, which we will forgo discussing in this post.)
I used to run on the treadmill four times a week. I was pretty proud of myself for it too, although I’d be the first to admit that I was mostly motivated by my desire for endorphins and my love of dessert. Running on the treadmill has its physical and …