Did you ever think about winning the lottery? I hear people mention it now and again, usually joking about how it would make their life e...

An essay titled “Bittersweet” appears in my book, A Year In Words. It relates to and connects disparate but significant events that happe...

I like to do my part. And lately, part of my “part” has been to use an insulated mug when I buy my morning coffee. It’s a small step, I k...

Hey everybody. I will be in the studio at WFAW 940AM (Fort Atkinson) at 9:00 a.m. Friday. If you get a chance and you're in the area, ple...

As I lay there in the early morning darkness, I took a deep breath, sighing it out slowly as I closed my eyes to squeeze just a few more ...

I originally wrote and posted this piece on November 11, 2013. I decided to share it again, with a few minor edits (namely, references to...

When I was a kid, I loved going grocery shopping with my mom. I liked the way everything was arranged, the lighting, even the music (thos...

WARNINGS: - This essay contains language that includes sharks and may be unsuitable for attorneys. - Unlike the concise, direct headline ...

Sometimes, I write a “based-on-a-true-story” piece about something I observe in real life. This one is based on a couple I observed Frida...

Sunday provided one of the first real indications that autumn has arrived. It was cloudy and cool with a moderate north wind that, at if ...

Sometimes, I feel the need to clear the decks of all the random thoughts going through my head, as well as ideas that I’ve written on var...

It’s just going to be an hour or so, with an audience that I’ve been told is looking forward to hearing what I have to say. But I have to...

Today's essay is a rerun from 2014. See you with a fresh (or at least new) essay next week. EDITOR’S NOTE: Today’s essay is a bit like an...

I only have about 15 minutes today, so this will be short and sweet (like nectar … or blood, which for purposes of this account, is necta...

I was sitting quietly on the front porch reading a book, and for once in my life, even if was for the briefest of moments, I was botherin...

“Was it a strike?” Joan asked in the middle of a conversation about I don’t even know what at this point. I nodded, and she continued. We...

It’s 5:05 a.m., and I’m sitting here thinking about what to write. For some reason, my brain doesn’t want to crank out anything. Ideas ar...

I’ve had an ongoing battle with self-checkout kiosks, and Sunday brought everything full circle. Since they showed up at our local grocer...