POSITIVELY PARKINSON'S

The Chicago hit, “Just You and Me”, that I dedicated to my wife and sang in the karaoke bar was a little off key and one octave lower than...

The upscale restaurant was quiet, except for the stealthy murmur of conversations at a few nearby tables, punctuated by a clinking of cutl...

Down the creaky wooden stairs and across the rough basement floor, past the roaring of the sawdust fed furnace, the fruit room waited in sil...

My children and grandson do not have my genes. Renae and I have the miraculous privilege of having adopted 3 children within weeks of the...

When I was young boy, a half century ago now, I would stand at the fulcrum of the teeter-totter trying to achieve that perfect perpendicula...

It was a dark and fearsome thing. Lurking, haunting, it hid often in the shadows, emerging only when clouds gathered on the horizon; near o...

That is how old my Dad would have been today. We still mourn the loss of him on February 13 of this year. But I continue to be inspired by ...