My kids are grown now — and gone. One by one, they said goodbye and disappeared into their own future. Leaving me with the memories. And stacks of drawings.

After last month’s exploration of the Columbia School, I found myself thinking about the other early schoolhouses in Ewing, like Birmingham and Scudder’s Falls. 

Some good things did come out of my having a sore back and walking bent over like I was looking for spare change on the ground. I noticed that our hardwood floors were looking a bit dull. I also noticed that I needed a pedicure.

Earlier this year, there was a brief question related to Ewing history posed on a Ewing social media group page which immediately intrigued me, and prompted me to do some research.

This post reflects my personal opinion on vaccinations. If you have no interest in my opinion, please just move on. I am aware of my detractors and, as a result, I did not post this on any of our community Facebook pages—just on my own Facebook timeline, my own blog site, and in this column.

Putting your name on a ballot is one of the most frightening things anyone can do... Having been in the arena for 26 years, I salute anyone who puts themselves out there and is willing to serve the public.

This year, my wife and I agreed to celebrate our wedding anniversary by going to a day spa in that renowned oasis of relaxation known as Northern New Jersey.

Seven years ago, I revealed in this column the startling presence of mysterious, ghostly visitors in my home. The behavior of those spirits has changed slowly but steadily since that time, and during the recent summer months, their activity rose to unprecedented levels. Sightings are rare, a…

The Delaware and Raritan Canal has always been a popular subject to write about. Its history is richly saturated within the rip-rap stone crevasses of its towpath and waterway.

Spoiler Alert: The ending of The Wizard of Oz revealed. Glinda The Good Witch floats in from her beautiful pink cocoon and emerges to tell Dorothy, “You’ve always had the power” (to get home). Glinda confesses that she hadn’t shared that message sooner because Dorothy “wouldn’t have believed…

The world may cry, even fall apart, but through it all, dogs keep doing their happy dances.

Vaccines are still the only way out of this mess, and booster shots are here for the immunocompromised and soon to be available for anyone eight months removed from their second shot of Moderna or Pfizer.

Born in Philadelphia in 1770, Joseph Hopkinson shared his childhood years between the city and Bordentown where his parents bought a home in 1773

"Thankfully, he never took his shirt off, as many older guys did on hot days; apparently, even a guy nicknamed 'Smelly' can retain a modicum of decency."

Summertime: Just say that one rather common word a bit more languidly than usual, drawn out with the slightest hint of melody, followed by a small pause, and people smile and light up.

A year apart means we are meeting our close friends again for the first time.

The first step to growing old gracefully is to readily admit that you’re getting old.

This month we reflect upon and express gratitude for people like Patricia Whitehead, who share their experiences to bring the past alive to us all these years later.

“That was the strangest thing,” my son said. “As if a vein was opened, and the words just kept coming out of her.”