It’s flirtatious, it’s romantic, it’s a doggone love song.
Year One
This is a team effort. I couldn’t do it alone. Wouldn’t want to try. I need my squad.
God Squad
I hadn’t noticed the cop when I slunk in, late - as usual - for the 8 a.m. mass.
Name Shaming
Good Lord, lady, what were you thinking?
School Cafeterias: No Place For Parents
These parents, the same busybodies who schedule play dates where they vigilantly enforce “sharing” rules, want to be present during the only 30 minutes of the day when kids get to act like, well, kids.
In Pursuit Of The Perfect Tree
There’s something about an honest, fresh tree - one not soaked in chemicals or crawling with bugs - that just feels right.
I’m Not Crying. Yes I Am.
Shoot, I could just be a decade or two away from my son or daughter trying to push me into some cheerful Geezerland.
Family, Friends and Football
A weekend so splendid that it couldn’t even be spoiled by Ole Miss’ crushing loss to Mississippi State Thanksgiving night.
The Audacity of John Uhrin
It’s no surprise that most folks wanted Uhrin out, when you consider his career on council.
GoFundMe Scammers: Lock ‘Em Up.
Naturally, members of the media ate up the story and licked the spoon.
Longing For Fall Foliage? Too Late.
If there’s one drawback to living in coastal Virginia, besides the clowns in local government, it’s an absence of fall colors.
Adventures In Lubrication
The workers, er technicians, are polite and don’t look like they’re on parole.
Pick A Side
Are we a country that relishes the free exchange of ideas? Or one where angry mobs try to silence their political opponents?
American Bishops Buckle
Then again, what’s another year when you’ve been playing hide-the-perverts for almost half a century?
Holidays Are Coming. Time For Fillers.
Politics aside, I hate these formulaic holiday articles.
Oh Look. An Indictment
Backscratching, profiteering, nepotism. Now alleged criminal activity by city staff.
Jim Acosta. Narcissistic Nitwit.
He kept bloviating like a madman.
Surprise Endings
What’s the point in reading a novel once you know how it ends?
Election Day. I Need A Band-Aid
I earned them by doing something I’d never been able to do during my 42 years in journalism: I got to campaign for candidates I believed in on Election Day.