Here’s a little piece I’d like to call: “Why I’m So Excited for the 2022 Winter Olympics in Bejing, China, and You Should Be, Too. If You Aren’t, Get Excited. Soon. Seriously. It’s Starting Friday, Feb. 4. That’s This Week, People. Also, Root for the U.S. Every Day, Every Sport. ...
Well, here we go. January in northeast Ohio. Heaving, desperate, soul-crushing SIGH. I find myself sympathizing with the fictional Joey Tribianni of the sitcom “Friends.” You may recall the episode (aptly titled “The One Where Everyone Turns 30”) when he’s questioning why the Big ...
Consider this my formal invitation. You are, of course, entitled, encouraged and empowered to accept or decline said appeal solely of your own volition. That is to say, the authority to grant or deny permission is entirely yours. Feel free to “yay” or “nay” me as you wish. Ah, the ...
Well, here we are, friends. A new year. It’s day two of brand new ‘22. Hmm. How do you think it’s going so far? Yeah, I agree. Too soon to tell. I don’t know about you, but I’m actually pinning all my hopes on 2022. OK, maybe not every single one of them. But a significant ...
Here we are, less than a week away from the New Year. hurrah. No, I really mean it. Sorry, I should have probably proclaimed that point more passionately. Let me try that again: I’m solidly, and significantly super-stoked to say sayonara to this stinking stretch. Seriously. Ah, ...
I think it’s time for me to sum up 2021, no? Because, if I’m being honest, this year’s been a bit of a stinker. Sorry, but it has. Stupid 2021. Which is why I try to use this space to make way for a little smile or two. Now THAT is my jam. And jelly. And chocolate sauce, I s’pose. ...
