This holiday season, I invested in a pink tyke bike.

Like many Americans, I'm craving Major League Baseball.

Snakes and a payphone have helped create the most comical recollections of my grandmother.

Despite the COVID-19 outbreak, I decided to travel to Texas, if you consider a recent letter I wrote. I've used mailboxes as motels and post offices as airports.

“Fake news, media bias and enemy of the people;” all are terms tossed around in my life, and probably in the lives of others.

Taylor Henry, my friend and Herald colleague, celebrated her 25th birthday Jan. 10.

My younger cousin, Clara Noelle, a soon-to-be 4-year-old, is the only member of my family with bragging rights on Christmas since she gets double the presents.

After the football teams from Holy Spirit and Atlantic City high schools played their annual Thanksgiving Day game two years ago, I walked onto the field embracing the painfully frigid air, walked to my former coach, Bill Walsh, hugged him, and cried.   

My love for trains and model railroading, especially in Cape May County, was as bright as a cloudless day at the beach. It was so bright, that members of my family, particularly my mother and uncles, would hope that my days of loving trains would be made dreary by one cloud if not many.

Thankfully, football season has settled itself into our living rooms, local bars, and restaurants.