The Snooze Button Generation

I rarely ventured north of 604 Pine Avenue, and I strangely loved that about the old Press-Telegram's  location. Some considered the nei...

Pumpkin spice and orange boxes punctuate the shelves at Trader Joe's, and, yeah, that's right. We're in the midst of autumn. Sur...

"Are you a Christian?" In retrospect, that seems like such a simple question, chitchatting before a recent Angels game. So I was s...

I'm pretty good at losing. Now, I don't want to sound too boastful. But as a lifelong Cleveland sports fan, I have a lot of experien...

I recently found myself in a game of one-on-one against my 14-year-old niece. At first, I felt we were kidding around, but before I knew it,...

Ferris Bueller famously said, "Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it." ...

When I was about 6 years old, I remember hearing: "You are what you eat." It was meant to explain the importance of nutrition, and...

"Oh, good choice. That's my dad's favorite." That's what I heard from the server in a hip East Village eatery for brun...

No. Fun. League.  Yep, that's how I see the NFL nowadays. It's just no fun. It's putting me, and us Cleveland Browns fans, in a ...

A full-fledged war started this past week, and I'm not watching it, especially not on CNN. You know what they say: Fool me once, shame o...

A lot of my students come up to me and ask, "Mr. Stevens, can you teach me how to procrastinate?" I'll indulge these whippersn...

On the first New Year's Eve during this blog's existence, I lamented the fact that rockstar Paul Westerberg turned 50 . Looking at t...

"I'm quirky, not like all the other girls." Hipster 14-year-old Chloe has been slapping me with that retort, when she challeng...

Exhausted. Our kids are exhausted. What should we do? I've been bemoaning the modern culture of high school for a while, and now both of...