I am awash in residual joy from this weekend. Coming down from a high of spending four days in a paradise of friends, fresh air and...

This week I was treated to one of those magical day that feels like falling down an enchanted rabbit hole. Beginning with a spur of the...

Another week of wet, 95 degree days. Afternoons growing sweatier by the second. An entire city wondering, "When's it going to rain?" Stir...

Sometimes I run. As dictated by a fine bout of weather, the ebb and flow of the physique or, most often, the need for a physical break...

Walking along 3rd Street towards another Rockwood show late last week, I spotted a treasure on someone's stoop. Stoop gifts are a magical...