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When headliner Jason Isbell sang his single “Be Afraid” from his 2020 “Reunions” album at the 2021 Under the Big Sky Festival in Whitefish, I thought this could be the soundtrack of my weekend.
When I was a kid in Ohio, the stairs to our basement led to a recreational oasis.
Having worked from home the previous eight months, coming back to the office at the beginning of June has taken some adjustment.
Spring's wonky weather pattern tricked me into unwisely and prematurely buying hanging baskets and potting flowers, but wisely prevented me from buying tomato plants.
Earlier this spring I had the opportunity to meet for the first time the parents of my son’s girlfriend.
The Oregon/California border, at least what I saw of it several weeks ago, follows an unambiguous stretch of highway named Stateline, appropriately enough, unceremoniously dividing the two states and straight as ...
The day our son picked up his puppy at the airport three years ago was one that forever changed all our lives for the better — Luke’s, ours … and Copper-dog’s.
A recent donation I made to Hospice of Cincinnati for the upcoming first anniversary of my mother’s death gave me pause to reflect on all that has been lost in this pandemic time.
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As the old year morphed into the new one, I’d carried a round of physical therapy forward as well.
Even though our kids weren’t able to be here in person to celebrate the holidays in 2020, we were all still able to share most of our family traditions.
We’ve almost made it. Only five more days of 2020.
There’s probably not a soul who isn’t looking forward to turning the last page on this calendar. We’re all exhausted.