An Hour A Day

I have written before about being a lucky person, in particular, about being a person whose flights are always on time. But on my trip to Or...

I leave in a few minutes to go to the airport to fly to New Orleans for the Central Division meeting for the American Philosophical Associat...

Yesterday I faced a task on which I've been procrastinating for a few weeks: beginning to send editorial comments on the submissions for...

I've been back in Colorado for the weekend because my younger son, Gregory, had his junior recital as a jazz saxophonist in the College ...

Review copies have been sent out for my forthcoming middle-grade novel Zero Tolerance (pub date June 18), and so I'm on tenterhooks...

My sister was supposed to come visit last weekend for a delicious, delightful sister getaway. She had a week-long business trip in Indianapo...

Each Christmas Grandpa would give me a calendar with pictures painted by foot-and-mouth artists: disabled individuals who had lost the use o...