Confessions of a Suburban Treasure Hunter

I have 15 minutes to write. Not a whole lot of time. Not a whole lot of inclination, either. Truthfully, I'm choosing a long walk over...

Winter. A time for the Earth to rest, to gather its energy for spring's dramatic entrance into the continual cycle of birth, growth, dec...

When I was a kid, I was fearless (I, and about six boys from grade school, have the scars to prove it). As I grew, the pain started to filte...

Okay, so I wimped out on Valentine's Day and went with our traditional wander-around-and-buy-something-on-the-road thing (instead of tea...

Okay, so I'm not perfect. My hands are nearly a half-century old (abused by fighting, as well as heredity), and since I spent two days u...