A few years back I did a segment on my radio show about the summers of my youth and the various beach clubs that I’d either sneak into with friends or my parents would score a guest pass from theirs.

My dear friend and esteemed colleague, Dr. Nancy Cappello, passed away this past year, far too soon. The short version of that story is that Nancy died of the very late consequences of delayed diagnosis and treatment of her breast cancer. That delay resulted from the imaging challenges with …

The first time I ever met my stepfather-to-be doubled as the first time I ever dined at Bill's Seafood, a Westbrook staple nestled atop both Route 1 and the water.

I recently bought a new car and I love it. In had been using both my car and Angela’s car for the past year and it seemed foolish to keep both of them. While I had the option to keep Angela’s newer car and sell mine, I opted to trade both of them for a brand new model. It’s a really nice car…

After reading the article (May 3 ShoreLine Times) about Stony Creek Quarry's important role in laying the groundwork at the new Statue of Liberty Museum I went for a walk on the beach, came across this Whelk, and was inspired to do this...

Spring is my favorite season in the garden. It’s a little like lifting the cover from a winter scene; under all the dried and brown debris left from last year, little spots of green begin to emerge.

Sequential, societal trends in which first dietary fat and then dietary carbohydrate were vilified during recent decades have left dietary protein under an implied halo. The resulting infatuation is naïve, over-simplified, misguided and misleading. Other than that — it’s perfect.

I can still remember watching in amazement, a 5- or 6-year-old Tiger Woods swinging the golf club on the Johnny Carson show. He was almost like a miniature robot that was programmed to hit the ball without ever missing, time after time, on cue.

The other day, while I waited at the drive-thru window at the McDonald’s on the Branford Hill for my standard order of two plain cheeseburgers (one of which would be long gone by the time I even pulled out of the parking lot), my gaze was fixed on the buildings directly across the street, st…

The celebration of the Easter holiday recently, brings home how much your life changes after the loss of a spouse, especially a wife and mother who was always in the center of our family.

When I was just a child, I can remember listening to the radio every day. Programs were broadcast that everyone enjoyed listening to; soap operas and news during the day and musical and dramatic programs at night.

A few years back I wrote a column for the ShoreLine Times called Enough Said. I loved sharing my fits and family foibles with readers. A while ago I retired the column. Recently, during a very scary medical crisis, I encountered a reader who remembered and loved my writing. I thought that pe…

After returning from Washington, D.C., where I spent a lot of time coloring with crayons, playing with blocks and going down slides, making me more productive than anyone else there, I can say with great pride and total accuracy that my grandson, Xavier, who just turned 2, is the smartest an…

Are eggs good or bad for us now? Yes. A recent meta-analysis, widely covered by media ever hungry for just such dietary provocations, reported that the more eggs people ate over time, the more prone they were to heart disease. This, inevitably, has been juxtaposed with the advice in the 2015…

We have all seen them. Sites are wiped clean in days, massive foundations of concrete are formed, poured and sprout out of the scorched earth. Then, in a few months, hundreds of humans labor like ants on a carcass to create a six-story box.

Within a relatively short time of becoming one half of a couple, well-intentioned friends and acquaintances begin to offer advice - don’t make any important decisions too quickly, don’t spend too much time living in the past, don’t isolate yourself from the world, and many, many more.

When my mother-in-law Evelyn was living alone as a widow, she had a universal remote for the TV that controlled all the functions. She had a system for using it that worked for her; follow certain steps and everything you want to do is possible.

The best thing about being a baby boomer, aside from believing that 60 is the new 40, which explains why I can’t balance my checkbook, is that you can still do everything you have always done, but if there is something you don’t want to do anymore, you can pull the age card.

Did you ever have one of those aha moments, you know when something you have often wondered about suddenly becomes crystal clear, when all the pieces finally fall into place, when you want to smack yourself upside the head and scream, “but of course”?

Angela and I enjoyed going to the opera, and even though we came from different backgrounds, we somehow arrived at the realization, separately, that opera is a wonderful art form.

There’s no humor in pain, unless you live in my house… I was in the upstairs bathroom alphabetizing our cats’ litter boxes when a blood-curdling scream from downstairs straightened me up like a ramrod.

Thank you for helping “Warm the Children” for the 22nd year. The Rotary club of Madison, The Rotary Club of Guilford and the ShoreLine Times would like to thank all the donors who donated to the Warm the Children campaign 2018. We continue to thrive because you care!