“Get me out of here!” At nineteen, our daughter was sure of nothing, but positive about this.  Southern Oregon University was “too small,...

Fall is a lady. The languid summer party dwindles into, sameness (as it always does).  Today was yesterday, yesterday was...

It's lunchtime.   You're hungry. Applebees is down the street, but you head over to Tom's diner, the last non-chain restaurant in town. ...

Choosing our nightly 8 pm movie often devolves into a high stakes, union vs. management-type negotiation.  We bit our nails with...