I couldn’t tell you what I had for dinner last night, but I remember September 11, 2001.
I have a solid and satisfying correspondence with a history professor friend in Pennsylvania. His name is Dave. We write each other about what…
It is summer, and it is sweltering. While I try to maintain a moderate body temperature, sitting in front of our oscillating fan, my mind occa…
When our boys were in their elementary years, I came to be good friends with the first school teacher, the kindergarten teacher of our son Joe…
In my previous column, I considered those physical and actual things that separate humans from each other, that separate animals from humans, …
Having written in a previous column that I’m not keen on New Year’s resolutions, I begin with a confession: I am endeavoring to practice a dry…
I took a drive out around the Magic Valley one recent evening, past the ripening wheat and barley fields in the flat sunlight of a fading day,…
