I hate the comma. I don’t mean hate like, “I hate blue M&Ms.” I mean hate as in, “I hate choking to death on a brussel sprout.” English teacher and writer that I am, I shouldn’t expend such emotion on a mere punctuation mark. It’s too little of an item to stress about in life. […]
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The holiday season always conjures up memories of my time as an elf. Not at the North Pole making toys, as you might think, but at a local five-star hotel where I “elfed” every holiday season for many years. My friends Steve (Santa) and Beth (Mrs. Claus) worked with me to create a great experience
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When I first saw the news story I skipped it. I didn’t want to know. The accused vampire was seventy-seven years old. A powerful American icon with a net worth of a third of a billion dollars. Among the honors bestowed on him were over a dozen honorary doctorate degrees and the beloved title of
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But, I think, the noblest sea that Turner has ever painted, and, if so, the noblest certainly ever painted by man, is that of the Slave Ship, the chief Academy picture of the Exhibition of 1840. It is a sunset on the Atlantic after prolonged storm; but the storm is partially lulled, and the torn
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There’s something to be said for picking up a hitchhiker. When the day is the right day, and the hitchhiker is the right person, you can witness something extraordinary. Since childhood, many of us have had fear instilled in us that such transients cannot be trusted, are up to no good, and should just find
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“To breastfeed or not to breastfeed?” That was the question people always asked during my wife Pam’s pregnancy. Breast or bottle? No supermarket line, restaurant table, or movie theater was safe from “the question.” I hadn’t heard that much interest in female anatomy since high school. To each query, we’d answer with all the confidence
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