Teaching is what spins our globe, right?

A lot can happen over the course of 10 years.

Let’s just start this column with this: Memorial Day is not a celebration.

A picture is worth 1,000 words, right?

While a room filled with police officers and masked people can conjure images of a bank heist gone terribly wrong, there was an entirely different vibe coming out of Signatures at Bayside on Friday, May 7: one of appreciation.

American poet Maya Angelou held more than 50 honorary degrees, championed civil rights, worked with both Malcolm X and Martin Luther King Jr., and penned more stunningly beautiful words than the world around her really had a right to absorb, if we’re being completely honest. In totality, she…

The Rise of the Joshes is upon us.

I’m not a police officer.

So, we have a problem heading our way.

The world truly doesn’t know how fortunate it is.

It’s been said that the true key to enjoying one’s life is to embrace “the little things.”

In about the span of a week, America saw two more mass shootings that orphaned children, destroyed families and broke the heart of, well, anyone with a heart beating in his or her chest.

Spring has sprung.

Things change over time.

Was that a pulse I felt? The beating heart of a community coming back to life? A sliver of hope in the form of... massive blocks of ice and a motorized hot dog?

So, who wants to talk politics? Religion? College loan programs? Immigration? The eliteness of NFL quarterbacks?

“What did you do to get in trouble when you were a kid?”

One of the joys of being able to work remotely in this age of technology is that you, well, work remotely.

How are we to be remembered?

Is a community a microcosm of society at large, or do the characteristics of the greater society infiltrate the smaller community, making it reflective of the greater whole?

If you’re trying to get a hold of me after this weekend, have your people get up with my people.

“When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, ‘Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.’”

Has there ever been a more roundly-anticipated end to a year than the don’t-let-the-door-hit-you-where-the-good-Lord-split-you collective middle finger thrust forward by the collective soul of humanity to 2020?

One of my favorite exercises of every December is to sift through each issue of that year and put together this relatively brief year-in-review column.

Do you believe in magic?

If there’s one thing that’s, hopefully, grown deep inside all of us during these curve-flattening, soul-sucking, economy-obliterating, life-stealing months of COVID-Mania, it is the concept of appreciation.

It’s easy to feel a little disenchanted this time of year. In fact, pick your poison on that front.

I really don’t want to imagine a world where I no longer look forward to things with childlike anticipation.

If there is one thing I can be grateful about in this twisted, depressing, toilet-paper-lacking, heart-breaking, economy-busting, Zoom-infested year of ours, it’s that, well, I am indeed thankful.

So, I’m begging.

We all have our own impressions of what constitutes “The American Dream.”

In 1992, at the age of 19, Eduard Seitan immigrated to the United States from Romania, according to a story on Today.com. Though he didn’t speak a lick of English, he did speak Italian, which helped him secure a job as a food runner at Italian restaurant Club Lucky in Chicago.

Anybody ready for an election? Or, let me pose it this way: Anybody ready for an election to be over and done with as soon as humanly possible?

COVID-19, or at least the ramifications of all that surrounds the pandemic, has impacted lives.

The American public will learn in less than three weeks who they have democratically elected to fill the highest position in all the land. Well, in less than three weeks the American public will start to put itself through an excruciating, bile-filled, partisan, whiney, tone-deaf exercise in…

So, here we are. The final quarter. The stretch run, and the path to the light, if you will.

Magawa, a hero around Cambodia, has found 39 land mines and 28 separate pieces of unexploded ordnance over the course of the past five years. This courage and competency earned him an award the equivalent of the “George Cross, an award given to British civilians or soldiers who perform ‘acts…

One of my favorite pieces of nostalgia from my time in the service was the random conversations I would have with different people. Why did you join? Do you have a girl back home? How did you manage to get your credit score over 65?

Fate is an interesting concept to me.

Sept. 11, 2001, was a day and lifetime of emotions.

Let me tell you about Elsa.

As human beings, we do enjoy to stereotype.

So, I have this theory I’ve been putting together. For now, let’s call it the “Blindingly Handsome Bald Newspaper Editor Theory” — you know, until we can come up with something better.

Life is a series of ups and downs, twists and turns, and loops and, well, more loops. If you happen to be a roller coaster enthusiast, like Jared Ream, those turbulent moments in time are what fuel life itself — and his desire to chase those fleeting moments of gravitational impossibilities …

By the time you read this, there is an excellent chance I am sitting on my luxury yacht, sipping on an adult beverage and listening to Alicia Keys sing “If I Ain’t Got You” from a makeshift stage on deck while Bobby Flay grills me a steak a few feet away. Oh, yeah... the wife and kid will pr…

Life is about experiences. To be a little more specific, individuals’ lives are often shaped by those individuals’ particular and unique life experiences.

Rehan Staton was recently accepted to Harvard Law School.

If there is one certainty in this COVID-laced world we live in today it is, well, that there is no certainty in this COVID-laced world we live in today.

“That’s not fair.”