Miles to Go

“Finished,” I said brightly. “Packed up, put away. Look at me, being all productive on a chilly Sunday.”  I was talking to Stan on the couch behind me,...

We don’t get many – or any – trick-or-treaters in my Old Town neighborhood; never have, actually, though I suppose I can’t blame parents for being reluctant...

I realize there are enough truly troubling problems in the world today without me piling on with my own petty complaints. But I can’t be the only...

I never thought it would happen. I couldn’t envision how it would look, or how the city would ever come to an agreement about what should and...

Masked men hefted coolers from car trunks and called insulting greetings across the parking lot the way guys do.  With rosters finalized and last-minute calls made to missing...

I love words. Love them. Since I was about 5 years old and discovered I was no good at math, I’ve relished any chance to move words around;...

 ‘Love’ isn’t strong enough. Our language is woefully inadequate. How can the word that describes our affection for, say, a favorite sweatshirt, be the same one we...

I’ve got mad skills. Unfortunately, they’re not what most people would consider useful or in any way suited for a resume, in the traditional sense. But I...

Whoa, wait a second. What just happened?  Did a whole bunch of Key Westers just manage to agree on something?  Did city government employees, politicians and business owners just...

In an island community that regularly elects female representatives, hires female leaders and values female opinions, it’s easy to forget that’s not the case everywhere — far...