Reflections from the Bell Curve

Sometimes, the richness of my life astounds me. Such was the case this past Tuesday evening. The day was pleasant if fairly routine. But ear...

" December 7, 1941, a date that will live in infamy..." My dad was twenty-three years old on this fateful day eighty-four years ag...

Chronicling overkill: A syndrome   characterized by a compulsion  to chronicle mundane details from one's life. Said chronicling include...

For just the second time since my blog's inception, I'm pleased to welcome a guest contributor. The post below - written by good fr...

Though on occasion I lament the loss of my earlier-in-life habit of seeing most films for the first time in a theater, I'm not at all un...

In my experience, being blown away by two novels in a row is fairly uncommon. When did this last happen to you?     Heart the Lover (Lily Ki...

Yesterday I looked forward by declaring a goal for my 77th year. Today's post looks back. Just as I have on every November 23 beginning ...

Since the inception of my blog in 2011, on this day before my birthday each year I've announced here one or more goals I'm aiming to...