There were a series television commercials when I was a kid that fascinated me. They were commercials for Cream of Wheat, the hot breakfast...

When I was a kid, there was a restaurant near our house called The Heritage Diner. My parents — especially my father — loved The Heritage Di...

I have known Mrs. Pincus for 42 years. We have been married for 40 of those years. I don't mean to brag, but, I have never in my life me...

This story appeared on my illustration blog twelve years ago, complete with a drawing of my father. It's a funny story that wasn't t...

I recently wrote a story about an age-old incident that has been lingering over my family for years… actually decades. The details of the s...

This morning, my wife and I drove down to our son's house in South Philadelphia to feed his cat while he is away this weekend. The route...

Recently, I was talking to a friend about our respective jobs. I noted that — after forty years — I finally have the job I was looking for....

Remember that song? If you're around my age, you probably still know all the words. I know I do. When I heard those magical opening l...

Let me warn you. This story has no real resolution... except if you count a thorough — and well deserved — spanking from my mother. When I...