Poet Joyce Kilmer (1886–1918) has delighted generations with his reflections on the beauty of our trees:Trees I think that I shall never seeRead More

When we took the boys to play miniature golf for the first time last week, John started with a scorecard in his hand.Before we reached the second hole, it had disappeared into his pocket. I never saw it again.Overall, though, the golfing went better than I had expected.Read More