Musing, muttering and meandering through the pandemic

Ready to make peace with moose and bear, Hans and Max climbed into Jacob's fire engine red Jeep pickup and set off for the North Maine Wo...

I realized after the second brandy on our first night in PA that we had not visited without children in over 22 years. Over the next 3 da...

There's something unique about the Pennsylvania landscape. As we drive east on route 76, the farms spread out even more than in Ohio, and...

After a lovely 2-hour ride through verdant corn fields of central Ohio, we passed the Denison baseball stadium on our left. The last time...

DAY 157 - I think it’s finally time to stop counting days. Today marks the end of our Bohn family extended day program as we begin our tr...

Rebecca Bishop understands how an empty stage transforms from a rough pencil sketch by the designer into a magical tableau. She has reali...

“No one likes a quitter.” I can’t recall who first said it to me or why, but the words have stuck like glue. There are others. Practice m...

I've been going to the Cape for summer vacations for as long as I can remember. As a child, we would go with my cousins and share a house...

The responsibility of supporting local arts and culture has taken on new and critical importance since the onset of the pandemic in 2020....

We were talking about summer jobs earlier tonight, and I recall one summer that almost changed my career path....well, not really, but it...

Day 3, Barton County Fair — We all woke and went about packing up our site with a lift in our step, knowing that we would be on the road ...

We woke to the recorded sounds of the frog races—the trumpet fanfare, the gunshot to start the race, the hop by hop call, finally a winne...

For several fun-filled summers before marriage and children and home ownership and all of the other responsibilities of adulthood, I play...

This may be the first summer in 15 years that we haven't suited up one of the boys for baseball. Josh is the only one playing baseball at...

I told a story a few weeks ago about our old handyman, Scott Ayres. We were lucky enough to know Scott for almost 15 years until he died ...

Why is it that I make a typo in every single post I write? Every day I put the finishing touches on my post then hit publish, only to rea...

A powerful little rainstorm just passed directly over us. These tropical outbursts are so exciting. One minute we are sitting on the scre...

Our kitchen faucet is leaking. I realized it the other night as I was washing some dishes and my feet were getting wet. I looked for the ...

It was fun to be part of the solution rather than the problem today while helping out at our local town elections. There were only a coup...