I love people. I really do.
I understand that as a journalist I’m supposed to be cynical and mistrustful and expect the worst of my fellow travelers on this planet. But my experience has been that...
I t was the sniffling, finally, that got to me.
Not the chin ups on the commuter train’s hand straps. Not the constant din of teenage cell phone chatter. Not even the almost overwhelming ar...
My friend, Patricia, isn’t just happy. She’s joyful.
And with good reason. She is a faithful, believing Catholic from Argentina.
So the new pope of the Roman Catholic Church Р the former Card...
Her name was Jill. I know this because that’s what it said on the name tag she wore as she checked my groceries at the supermarket. She was bubbly. Perky. Friendly. Upbeat.
Clearly she had to b...
In Washington, D.C., a city consistently crammed with controversy, gossip, rumor and innuendo, the hubbub du jour is: Did she or didn’t she?
I’m referring, of course, to rampant speculation abo...
I have a confession to make: In 57 years of life on this sick and diseased planet, I have never had a flu shot.
Not once.
There are a number of perfectly reasonable explanations for this. For...
John was the toughest guy in the 9th grade С which wasn’t a bad thing if he liked you.
Thankfully, he liked me, and I was smart enough to figure out how to keep it that way. When he blasted m...
It wasn’t that the Bountiful Braves had a healthy disdain for their cross-town rivals, the Viewmont Vikings, and vice versa. It was that we hated each other.
Pure, white-hot hate, complete with...
By JOSEPH B. WALKER
It isn’t that Sam is unsociable. It’s just that he’s . . . well . . . you know . . . an engineer. Not the kind that drive trains. Those guys are social animals (who would...
I don’t get it. I mean, I was just driving along, enjoying a sudden burst of spring-like weather at winter’s end. When I glanced in the mirror and saw that teenage girl in the red sedan waving at m...
If you want to know the absolute fact of the matter, I never really was much of a singer.
Oh, I could carry a tune, all right. And I knew how to read music and follow a part – Mom saw to that. She ...
I don’t mean to be morbid or anything, but what if the Mayan calendar is right?
Of course, I realize that there is considerable disagreement about whether or not the Mayan calendar actually predict...
Bud wasn’t expecting presents for Christmas that year. It was the height of the Great Depression, and he was living in a boarding house thousands of miles away from home. There wasn’t money for gif...
It’s a calm, bright, sunny day today. The kind of day that makes you forget that winter, with all of its blustery coldness, is fully upon us. The kind of day for which the words “crisp” and “clea...
Mark’s eyes were closed, but there was intensity etched elsewhere on his face as he seemed to consciously struggle for each breath.
“Not a good time of year for this sort of thing,” I said to his d...
The recent re-release of Disney’s “The Lion King” (3D! Blu-ray! Diamond Edition 2-disc set!) takes me back to the day Anita and I took our five children to see the animated film when it was release...
I’m a news and information kind of a guy – an AM radio junkie. So that’s usually what you’ll find me listening to during my daily commute to and from work.
News. Sports. Information.
But sometime...
I don’t know how it is at your house, but when our kids were growing up there were always two questions that invariably occupied an inordinate amount of time and attention this time every year: wh...
It was the perfect evening for a walk in the early fall – warm, but not too warm. The sky was surpassingly clear, and a wondrously radiant harvest moon – or was it a hunter’s moon? I get those two...