I can’t help but wonder what my mom might say about everyone being hypnotized by tiny cell phone screens. I know all too well what she called the television.

Often in life we preoccupy ourselves with the intent of avoiding failure at all costs — as if doing so will guarantee our personal growth and success in life. And then I remember a small dead bush.

I believe a damn fine biscuit threads people together across this great nation.

Sometimes, getting angry is the right thing to do.

Some people bet on the ponies, others on the scores of sporting events. Winners, on the other hand, bet on themselves.

Newton had his apple; I have my acorn.

The other day, someone said, “In my next life, I am going to (fill in your favorite aspiration blank).”

Last month, I buried my mother and her three sisters.

The sand was white; my friends were not.

Some days, I worry that the coffee maker is smarter than I am.

Friendship, our most valuable of gifts to another person, requires active participation.

The other day, a friend was smarting over not winning a business bid she’d worked hard to win.

Coffee could be the great equalizer in international relations.

I never met my Grandfather Thomas until this past week — nearly 75 years after he died.

There’s a saying about never standing still in life.

Last weekend, my wife and I decided to squeeze in a quick walk along the beach before rain came ashore.

People love to tell stories about how our humble coastal community comes together in the wake of a hurricane.