A season without kids’ magic
Summer belongs to children, or to the children I once knew. I was born into a world with no Internet, no texting, no tweeting, no Facebook or smartphones, video games...
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What it means to be an American
As we turn our nation toward another election we are, once again, asked to define who we are as citizens of the United States. The iconic America poet, Carl Sandburg...
About my brother
My older brother Oliver died 32 years ago on March 12, 1980. He was a terrible brother. We never did anything together. He never played catch with me. He never...