My 13-year-old goddaughter still can’t understand how telephone busy signals used to work.
A growing number of Americans think the American Dream is out of reach, but I think they are wrong.
Piglet! My Irish surname means piglet!
President Joe Biden recently sent an email to 153,000 student-loan borrowers reminding them to vote for him this autumn.
When I read about the “silent book club” trend, it filled me with instant calm and hope.
With all the changes modern life is bringing us, here’s one that makes me sad: romance is dying.
You had a great 100-year run, AM radio, and your demise is breaking my heart.
The City of Toronto is in the news for outlawing sled and toboggan riding on 45 of its hillsides.
I forgot what it was like to experience a good old common cold.
Here’s a great New Year’s resolution: Get a pet.
The best Christmas gift I ever gave anyone was the one I gave my father about 20 years ago: a Lionel train set.
I love pumpkin pie. It reminds me of so many happy family gatherings when, after clearing the Thanksgiving table, we’d enjoy pumpkin pie, coffee and deeply satisfying conversation well into the evening.
Well, that didn’t take as long as expected.
Finally, the press is doing some hard-hitting reporting about our upcoming presidential election.
Hopefully, the rugged beard I’ve been sporting will motivate at least one of my fellow men to take better care of his health this November.
Halloween is upon us, which means you’d better be cautious about the costume you choose.
When I read a news piece about the passing of longtime California senator Dianne Feinstein a few weeks ago, some of the comments left at the bottom of the online article made me sad.
I suppose it was just a matter of time before casual dress hit the U.S. Senate.
There’s a lot of sad news to go around, but this Vox story really breaks my heart: animal shelters are overflowing with abandoned dogs and cats again.
Declining attention spans have reached epidemic levels. ... That’s certainly the case with me.
Goodbye, incandescent light bulb. You had a heck of a run before the government decided you wasted energy and effectively outlawed you out of existence.
As a heat wave hits America from coast to coast, it’s hot outside - but cool inside, thanks to the triumph of air conditioning.
I dream of recreating some of the epic bike hikes I enjoyed as a kid back in the 1970s.
I dream of the day I will be 100% debt-free!
The national debt broke the $32 trillion barrier this week. It’s a number so huge it is incomprehensible to the average citizen.
Modern dads are portrayed as fools in television sitcoms and commercials. Lucky for me, they are the polar opposite of the loving, strong and decisive father who raised me.
It’s a positive trend that I hope continues: the resurgence of summer picnics.
Every year, polls show that a large number of Americans don’t know why we celebrate Memorial Day.
There is a loneliness epidemic in the United States, but there are some simple ways we can address it.
She was only 18 when rheumatic fever damaged her heart. The doctors said she’d be lucky to live into her 40s — that she was no longer strong enough to bear children. Lucky for my five sisters and me, she ignored them!
Earth Day is coming April 22, and I can’t think of a better opportunity for Americans to get their hands dirty.
Tax returns are due next week and many Americans are surely stressed out as they scramble to get their financial records in order.
IQs have dropped for the first time in American history, and the experts aren’t quite sure why.
The St. Patrick’s Day spirit has arrived, and we sure are in need of Irish levity.
There are no small number of accusations lately that — shocking as it may be — some of our politicians are lying to us.
All my father ever wanted as a young man was to marry my mother and start a family — plans that were interrupted when he was drafted into the Army during the Korean conflict.
I love my gas stove — almost as much as I love my Weber gas grill.
Earmarks are back and they’re costing American taxpayers a bundle.
I’m filled with a renewed sense of hope all of the sudden.
I read a great piece in the Tribune-Review about the nostalgia many Pittsburghers hold for their favorite old suburban shopping malls — especially around the holidays.
Vinyl records are making a comeback, and it’s not just nostalgic old fogies who are driving the trend. According to Readers Digest UK, millennial and Gen Z consumers are digging the distinct sound of vinyl ...
This week half the country will be upset by the midterm election results and half will be elated.
I’m already anxious about the outcome. I speak of next week’s elections, and a modern malady the Mayo Clinic refers to as “Election Stress Disorder.”
It was one of the most awesome experiences of my childhood.
With the “fall back” clock change coming soon, one thing makes me especially grumpy and confused.
“No problem.” That is how I used to reply to people who thanked me for holding the door open for them or for offering some other small gesture.
A long time ago I watched a documentary about poet Emily Dickenson’s life and writings.
My father is turning 89 this week, and he’s getting especially sentimental of late.
It’s been way too long since I lit a sparkler as the sun goes down on the Fourth of July.