I’ve long scoffed at the silliness of getting news from social media, but events have made me realize it does have a place.

Beyond the basic red, yellow, and blue, you can color me crazy with the eleventy-seven bazillion variations and their weird names.

I try so hard every day to build good habits, but my bad brain always tries to derail me from doing the things I need to accomplish.

Many people cheered last week’s Senate news about time changes, but I suspect others will soon agree to hate daylight saving time year round.

All we wanted was a quiet dinner at a local restaurant when we encountered a group of teenagers and a lesson about young people today.

Beautiful spring weather brought sunshine, warm temperatures, and an explosive assault on my allergies. Just try not to sneeze.

Today’s musing happened—on time—because of beer. No, no, I didn’t drink before writing, but a tasty motivation is real. Confused? Let me explain.

I thought I was doing well developing a good habit, but a closer look led to a broken streak and a refocus on what was really important.

From former sports fan and frustrated athlete, I’ve completed the transition to total sports idiot and am happy with the label.

Though I’ve been accused of not leading a cutting-edge life, I actually experiment with the latest internet fad in a Wordle Hurdle.

Since I’ve posted my opinions and thoughts for so many years, it’s embarrassing to admit to changing my mind about things I’ve proclaimed.

As I struggled to walk in our snow, a teenager running on ice reminded me of the joys of youth and the bruises and scars it causes.