Small Talk

Cases of colds and flu are turning up more because we have been masked for so long.

The attic. In song and story, it is the exotic location of many a mystery, the discovery of a valuable heirloom or the frigid domicile

I came home to find a strange man in the garage. He was covered with black smudges and had dark hair, a dark beard and

I think this time hurt the worst because I was very slow to warm up to email.

Because I can’t continue to change residences every few years, as I did as an Air Force child, I settle for rearranging the furniture.

I offer a small crumb of comfort to any recent graduates out there, staring at the want ads and scratching your heads.

I’m not sure how long this wonderful discovery will last, but for at least 24 hours my backyard patio remains spider- and web-free.

For years, I have scolded anyone who started the holidays a bit early. This year, I crumbled. I had a pumpkin spice latte.

All I ask is that my matching dish towels be used as dish towels — not oil rags, dog dryers, or juice mopper-uppers.

The word is that there is research ongoing on treating disease with sugar. All I can say is “Serve it up, please!”