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.

With the ever-changing temperatures during the autumn months, I need varied clothing to complete my wobbly weather wardrobe.

Another home improvement project proved the accuracy of the Lowe’s Two-Trip Rule and made me think of the similarity to writing.

This week’s Musing faced a few challenges, especially when my computer died in an epic technological disaster—more or less.

Emotions got the better of me last week. I committed an egregious error with my musing. I promise to focus on making less mistakes. Er, fewer mistakes.

Of the 58,000 titles sold by traditional publishers each year, fully half sell fewer than a dozen books. Wait. What? How can that be?

Every day, we make thousands of choices, most seemingly inconsequential. What if we changed just one of those? How different would life be?

An iceberg takes millennia to form, but meets its icy death in anonymity—except on rare occasions when it shares its fate.

Computers and the internet have wrought many changes over my life, and I’m focused on controlling technology before it controls me.

What could go wrong with a bag full of bags of canine output and one excited hound? Find out in today’s awful offal tale of woe.

Just one long, hot, humid month standing between us and my favorite season of the year. Yes, August is really the February of summer.