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In her job as a community college biology teacher, my wife encounters many older students who have decided to reinvent themselves following widowhood, divorce or… Continue reading
Remember a time when autumn meant burning leaves instead of burning Samsung Note 7 phones?
A disturbing number of the rustic 19th-century farmhouses, quaint dry goods emporiums and fascinatingly grimy automotive garages I remember from childhood have, over the years, burned down or met with a wrecking ball.
"So, are you still writing for the paper?"
"I wish I'd found you 10 or 12 years ago!"
In my spare moments, I'm jotting down ideas for my raw-yet-funny memoirs ("like" my Facebook page"Tyree's Tyrades" for updates on that and other book projects), so I was intrigued when I saw a Washington Post article by VJ Periyakoil, M.D.
"Glory days, well, they'll pass you by/Glory days, in the wink of a young girl's eye/But fork over $125 and sign this waiver/and, my friend, you're still The Guy."(With apologies to Bruce Springsteen.)
In this Tapioca Tundra of a world, it's a blessing when you can find a kindred spirit.
Not too long after the September 8, 1966 premiere of TV's "Star Trek" (or "Star Trick," as I misheard the title), my "no nonsense" grandfather unloaded on my father.
Don't answer out loud if you're reading this at work, but how do you feel about employers using sensor-bearing armbands and other "wearable" tech to monitor employee performance?
I've been undergoing physical therapy as a result of a compression fracture, and my physical therapist (Amy) got a "deer in the headlights" look when I said I would be WRITING about physical therapy this week.
Every Monday night in the fall of 1975, I ran until I was out of breath.
When my wife, son Gideon (age 12) and I made our latest pilgrimage to the Dollywood theme park earlier this month, it reminded me of 1967, when my parents took my younger brother and me to Goldrush Junction (which, like Rebel Railroad and Silver Dollar City, was one of the earlier incarnations of Dollywood).
I don't make a hobby out of collecting obituaries, but sometimes I stumble across one that particularly moves me.
I started walking the day I turned eight months old, and now it seems I've started my second childhood.
As we celebrate the 40th anniversary of the U.S. Bicentennial, the memories come flooding back.
What's it like to be a child in your state? A six-year study by the Annie E. Casey Foundation assessed states on factors such as economic well-being, education, health, family and community.
Remember classic Hollywood films in which someone like Mickey Rooney or Judy Garland gushed, "C'mon, gang, let's get a Long-Short Term Memory (LSTM) Neural Network to put on a show"?
The demands of fatherhood (okay, and a cracked vertebra) have left me too distracted to string together a coherent Father's Day essay, so instead I'm sharing 14 random thoughts about the occasion.
For the sake of my son Gideon (age 12), I strain my brain each week to make this column something zany and irreverent instead of soberly persuasive.