Memorial Day is a solemn day for honoring the fallen—the brave men and women who have given their lives for our country.

He extended his hand. I gripped and shook. A simple handshake. No big deal, right? Except it was my first in over a year.

After multiple moves, I discarded a box with a tangle of cables. Of course, you know exactly what happened next. Or do you?

I impressed Landon, one of my dogs, with my ability to produce never-ending, magic kibble for a recent meal.

A friend died last month and left me wondering about the way we meet people in today’s interconnected world.

A recent incident left me thinking of the ways we affect our environment and how we can make a positive impact.

Why do companies think burying an obscure item in their favor deep in the terms of service is a good idea?

Clear communications are critical as a writer to avoid misinterpretations. Also important as a home owner, as I recently discovered.

In a cosmic revenge for my own behavior as a child, my dogs ask “Are We There Yet?” on long car trips.

A simple good deed involving my toboggan—a hat, not a sled—once again shows me more good people exist than bad.

I canceled Netflix. No, I’m not mad at them. This isn’t some political protest. I’ve simply grown bored with TV and movies.

Which is worse? Packing to move or getting a shot? My answer is simple. One’s a pain in the arm and other is a pain in the … you know.