Now that we're in full winter sports mode, it won't be long before playoffs start. In that vein, I decided to have a playoff of horrible things.

There is a restaurant in downtown Albany called Justin's that my lovely wife and I try to go to at least once a year.

A little over a year ago, I took time off from work to accompany my wife to a doctor’s appointment.

Here's a great word we don't often hear spoken but that we deal with (at least I do) all the time: conundrum.

Hobbies are something you do in your free time for enjoyment or relaxation.

It was Mother’s Day at Hamilton Union Presbyterian Church in Guilderland.

When the first new vehicle my lovely wife and I had ever purchased, a red Plymouth Voyager, got T-boned and totaled, we needed a replacement vehicle right away.

Back in the day — and I mean way, way back — men wore loincloths, painted their faces, and went out with spears to hunt down a beast so the family could eat.

You've heard the saying: "There's no such thing as a free lunch." Well, that may be true, but I can tell you for a fact that there is such a thing as a free dinner.