Note: I've received a few emails from you all about the inability to leave a comment on these posts. Just wanted to make you aware, I'm...

One board game, well technically it's a card game, reigns supreme in our household these days. It's the only one all four of us agree to...

Note: 2/15 or roughly 13 percent of my posts have now referenced mice. Not good. Here's the exact transcript of a conversation my wife...

It started out as a bedroom for my wife's grandmother. Plenty of privacy with a bathroom only feet away. It transformed to a playroom; a...

Almost every ornament on our Christmas tree tells a story. Some we're handed down from our parents, others represent major life...

New Year's Eve started with an Escape Room type board game. My son and daughter teaming up to break codes, solve riddles and ultimately...

Air drying on the dining room table. Guess which is mine? Happy New Year to you all!

A six-mile roundtrip walk along the Delaware River canal. In the heart of autumn. With my favorite person on earth. And a lunch stop...

Mag·a·zine - a periodical publication containing articles and illustrations, typically covering a particular subject or area of...

Guess how this happened? If you chose "Attempted to set a mouse trap in the attic, tripped on a floorboard and stepped through...

I'm a beer snob. Sorry. Actually ... sorry, not sorry (Is that how you properly use that phrase? And did it really originate with Demi...

I have sleep apnea. The at-home test indicated I stopped breathing 478 times per hour, or something close to that number. The results...

I didn't like the boring moniker so it's gone. Boring was never the intention. This exercise is more about capturing those smaller...

This one isn't boring. It's the category of photo that motivated me to do this in the first place. A blip in time, captured for eternity....

Christmas Eve 2010 11:45 p.m. Gifts are under the tree. Cookies are out with the requisite bites out of each. Milk glass emptied into the...

November, 2004. Move in day into our new home. Purchased mid-framing, we were to be the inaugural owners. A clean slate. All new...

The table sits in our basement, shoved to a corner, covered in a layer of dust and dampness. Its sole purpose is to hold those cardboard...

Summer of 1984. Backyard barbecue somewhere in Wanaque, New Jersey. I'm twelve years old and my sister is nine. The smell of grilled...

Let's get this out of the way first. I wrote this because I wanted you to know that my new novel, "Who Killed Jane?" is available now on...

I sent my mom one of those texts. The kind that attempts to indirectly address a topic without really addressing it. Maybe it can be more...