I dusted off my New Year’s resolutions: —Become fluent in French —Lose 10 pounds —Run a marathon After all, why create new resolutions when I have perfectly good ones that I’ve recycled for decades? Pat, on the other hand, has… Read More ›
My grandson, Jack, and I may share a birthday, but our approach to this day is wholly different. This year, Jack’s birthday began when he crawled into bed with his parents and his leg jittered like a jackhammer. My son… Read More ›
In the past, I’ve recounted the evolution of our things. It’s the tale of the American dream: big house, tons of stuff. And the American nightmare: big house, tons of stuff. It came about much like the time a huge… Read More ›
Monango, North Dakota is a desolate place. Why my great great grandparents James Holloway and Charity Bird Holloway decided to homestead there, I’ll never know. But in my mind, it raises the coolness factor of my family dramatically. I grew… Read More ›
Nestled between the southern border of Burgundy and the city of Lyon is the French wine region of Beaujolais. This is an area of predominately red wine which, by AOC proclamation, must be made from handpicked gamay grapes. The wine… Read More ›
