I don't know how most people are about their writing utensils, but I have always been very particular about my pens.
My senior year in high school, I spent several months in Ashland's sister city, Guanajuato, Mexico.
People say you never forget how to ride a bike. That's probably true.
I'm sitting down to write this column just before Easter.
My son, Silas, is in third grade this year. Third grade is a big year.
I haven't been to the playground with my son, Silas, in a long time. Mostly this has been due to two reasons, the first being that it's been cold.
I sometimes wonder if I am a more protective parent to my son, Silas, than my parents were to me when I was growing up.