I ran across something called the Medicine Wheel recently. I had heard the term before, but I didn’t really know what it meant. So, you know me. I went looking. I found that the Medicine Wheel is a sacred symbol and teaching tool found in the traditions of some Indigenous peoples of North America, particularly

I haven’t pulled my suitcase out in quite some time. I’m such a homebody now. I don’t really have any desire to go anywhere, especially with the hassle that travel has become in recent years. If anything, I’d probably go back to Charleston, SC, for a visit. Or take a cruise on the Great Lakes.

I often imagine what it must have been like to live in certain times in history. I speculate. Of course, we can never really know entirely. But. Imagine being born in the year 1098. No electricity. No printing press. Bathrooms? Holy Heck.  No modern medicine. No modern anything. Most books had to be copied by

America. The United States of… We have a lot going on here. And we always have. Since our very beginnings, we have been a busy country. As such, we are full of interesting facts. Today, I think we should visit a few of those facts. I think I shall pick one of the fifty states.

I love a good movie. I’ve said it before. But here is a side of the movies that only some of us remember. The drive-in. I’ve only done this a couple of times. And I was less than ten years old on all accounts. I watched some wonderful movies from the top of our station

I used to be a waitron. A bartender. And I’ll tell you this. I relied on those tips. Not the kind of tips about how to clean my Venetian blinds. No. I’m talking about the monetary tip. The cash-ola. The cheddar. So. To tip or not to tip? That seems to be quite a question

I love to learn about history. But there are some chapters in human history that are difficult to comprehend. This isn’t because we don’t understand what happened.  We can figure that much out.  But they have become difficult and terrible because we cannot imagine how people could have allowed it to happen. It seems this

A creature of habit, I am. Every morning, I eat eggs over easy, ham, and some form of toast. Yes. Glorious bread that I have jammed down into two slots of the magical, incredible, beloved toaster. Most of us probably don’t give much thought to the toaster sitting on the kitchen counter. That good old