Our First Christmas in the Frat House
The first Christmas Jill and I spent in our decrepit former frat house was a disaster. The house was still...
The first Christmas Jill and I spent in our decrepit former frat house was a disaster. The house was still...
Last Saturday, Jill and I held our final yard sale. I say "final" because I don't want to do it...
Some years ago, at a party, a friend and I were looking at the array of delectable food laid...
The From Our House to Animal House book tour took Cleo and me 10,000 miles, through 40 states over four...
It's green in New England -- greener than anywhere I've been on my From Animal House to Our House book...
Cleo is in hiding, behind me under the rear seat, because we're in the midst of a thunderstorm. We're camped...
When I drove into the Kansas plains last week, I felt an unexpected relief. The heartland, I realized, offered this...
Sunday, driving from Spokane, WA, to Missoula, MT, I forgot I was passing into mountain time. Only when I checked...
Jill and I have been traveling the Pacific Northwest, which Jill has never seen. Actually, I haven't spent much time...
This holiday week, every campsite in California is taken. As I drove up the coasts from L.A. entering the far-west...