Musings about my toddler’s role at the News office. And some gratuitous baby pictures.

Mills Lawn students were out in their holiday finest yesterday, kicking off a weekend of Yelloween festivities with the annual Halloween Parade. A plethora of scary, silly, fun and creative costumes could be seen as the children showed off on Xenia Avenue.

When I was a kid, Halloween was a holiday that could not make up its mind: there were ghost stories, which introduced us to the dark mystery, the tingling awe and fear of things unseen, the whisper of the possibility of life after death. There was also the jubilant promise of candy, one unbridled night […]

For your edification (or maybe just to kill some time) Anthony and I taste our two favorite ciders, and then tell you about them. All free of charge.

A brief(ish) post on the latest in the Yellow Springs Reading Series.

Come out of hiding, writers and the people who love writers! Come out and support your fellow dreamers and schemers, your fellow poets and storytellers.

This time last year, I didn’t know that, in a week, everything I knew about everything would turn out to be nonsense.

I’m still relatively unknown when I walk down the street. But there are some people who know my name now. And there’s something a little scary about that.

The third event in the new Yellow Springs Reading Series was held Saturday, July 9 at the YSAC Gallery.

A multitude of voices, a variety of mediums.