I set out this week to share some thoughts about intentionality in our plans, but I learned an old dog lesson about not planning everything.

My excuse for being the Christmas blabbermouth? I was seven. A little kid with a big mouth that had a tendency to vocalize my unfiltered thoughts.

My Christmas decorations were so festive and bright despite the rainy weather, until the night the lights went out in Asheville.

As a passionate, long-term fan of paper over computers, I encourage your freedom to embrace ugly journals if that works for you.

A chance encounter involving a crowded restaurant, good people, and pies highlighted some of the positive things in this life.

Thanksgiving approaches in the United States making this a perfect time to focus on the benefits of giving thanks every day.

Laws are straightforward about yielding to pedestrians, but these crosswalk hazards are challenging to those of us on foot.

As a long-time insomnia sufferer, I wasn’t happy to wake up at 1:44 a.m. the night the time changed from daylight saving to standard time.

I’ve created a monster. His insatiable appetite causes him to demand more and more. I know for whom the treat tolls. It tolls for me.

What do a noisy bar, a craft beer, and a misunderstood gator have in common? Read this week’s Monday Musing to find out.

With our greenway winding through bear country, we neighbors keep a close watch before walking and ask, “Does a bear sit in the woods?”

A shark attacked my best friend when I was 11. His screams were awful. The silence that followed was worse. I was alone in the ocean.