When you buy a new car, you suddenly see all the cars on the road that are just like yours. They never existed before you owned one of them. I think the same is true for many homeowners.

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I remember when my mother began antiquing. It was not something she'd done her whole life, her own mother being more of a flea market person, keen on a buck for a plastic spatula as opposed to $25 on a steel one that looked like something an Ingalls would wield on "Little House On The Prairie."

The holiday season is officially over. Gifts have been opened. Dinner parties done. Decorations still lingering. It’s time to start clearing the clutter to get organized for the new year. Follow a few simple tips to help you get organized while you sort and stow all your holiday ‘stuff’!

As I’ve grown older, the years seem to pass more quickly. Yet, in some respects, time passes more slowly. There seem to be stretches of time when I’m just looking for something to do. Perhaps, that’s one of the tell-tale signs of reaching a certain level of maturity. Leisure time that isn’t …

The Christmas holiday has always been a special time for me. Growing up in a large, close-knit Italian family, Christmas was all about the traditional celebration of food and faith. Yes, we exchanged gifts, but the gift giving was never the centerpiece of our holiday. It was more focused on …

No Christmas story has been told more than Charles Dickens’ “A Christmas Carol.” Whether by plugging in the beloved Mr. Magoo (voiced by the equally beloved Jim Backus) as crotchety old Ebenezer Scrooge, TV’s “Odd Couple” (Tony Randall and Jack Klugman) or Michael J. Fox’s money-obsessed Ale…

No, ‘going to a dive bar’ is not my advice for reducing stress, nor a habit for good health. The following is an excerpt from my as-yet unpublished book, “From Modeling to Medicine: A Trail Guide to Peace”.

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A commercial shown this time of year, for a hand-held vacuum, I believe, features three Golden Retriever puppies popping out of a box under a Christmas tree. They’re wearing red bows and look ever so adorable.

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There were no “Midnight Madness” sales in my youth. Thanksgiving went off at 1 p.m. sharp - as in the stuffing of the face — with a “second seating” anywhere between 4-6 p.m. in the Penn household, and “Miracle on 34th Street” (the Edmund Gwen classic, all other pretenders be darned) was on …

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The year was 1974 or maybe ‘75. Lou had only moved to New Haven from Hartford in 1973, right around the corner from yours truly, who was actively interviewing candidates for best friend.

When I moved to my new home, I just assumed that I would have no opportunity to garden. Yes, I did observe some sort of backyard; small and situated on a slope, but it wasn’t planted at all.

I recently visited Amalfi, Italy with two collaborators to show our documentary on Wooster Square. Because there were so many who immigrated to New Haven from Amalfi and the neighboring towns, we thought it would be a nice gesture to bring it back to the place of origin.

Imagine my surprise when I pulled into the parking lot of the store where my kids have picked out their Halloween costume for the last half dozen years or so and - much like many other buildings throughout Connecticut - there was a huge “For Lease” sign there to greet us.

As I grow older, the changes in seasons seem to be more pronounced. The fact that the temperature and the daylight hours change causes a level of consternation for me.

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“It’s my first night sleeping in the kennel at Shelter 1 and it’s bright and pretty loud even at 10:24 p.m. I can hear the bulldog in quarantine howling and two dogs are in the outside part of their kennel barking at something in the woods. At 12:24 a.m. two of the dogs are pacing and nervou…

Last week our local pharmacy, Towne Pharmacy, here in Branford announced that they would be closing. The message sent a wave of sadness throughout our community. So many of us had gotten to know the proprietors and they, in turn, knew us. It was another example of how the passage of time, an…

In the 1630s the Saybrook Colony was named in honor of Lords Saye and Brooke, prominent Parliamentarians and holders of the colony's land grants. Artist Bill Dougal commemorated them in a drawing, imaginatively showing Lord Brooke drawing a caricature of Lord Saye. The premise is apropos for…

As a father, I have prided myself on my ability to answer my children’s questions, from the zany ones requiring quick thinking and an active imagination (while oftentimes driving an automobile) when they were wee ones to the increasingly challenging ones, familiar to many a ma or pop, as the…